Stone Cove Island by Suzanne Myers

Author:Suzanne Myers [Myers, Suzanne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-1-61695-438-3
Publisher: Soho Teen
Published: 2014-11-10T16:00:00+00:00

NANCY WAS WORKING ALONE when I arrived. I poured myself a cup of the strong blend from the self-service urns they had out, then spent a long time fussing with the cream and sugar to give us more time to talk.

“You know what’s funny?” I said. I couldn’t think of a subtle way to start the conversation, so I went for picking up where we had left off. “I just saw Paul Guthy. You know Bess’s uncle?”

“Yeah?” she said uncertainly. I waited for her to offer some commentary, but she was uncharacteristically silent. I went on.

“Well, it turns out—you know how Greg said surfers discovered Bess’s clothes after she drowned?—Paul was one of the surfers.”

“I guess I do remember that,” said Nancy.

“Did he work at the marina then? I was wondering if he’d worked there since Grant died. Taking over for his brother.”

“That’s more recent. Back then he worked for us. He was between things, and Greg liked to help him out.”

“Really? He worked for you around the time Bess drowned?”

“I know he did. He worked the summer fair booth with me the night it happened. I remember thinking afterward how strange it was, everyone in town having fun while that was going on. That’s why I’m sure it wasn’t anyone from here.”

The summer fair was an annual carnival that took place on the green. All the local shops set up booths and there were games and live music. It was funny I hadn’t put together that that had taken place the same night. My mom hadn’t mentioned it in her diary. It was true that the whole island usually did show up for the fair, but I knew that Bess and at least some of her friends had been at The Slip later that night. Mom had mentioned Dad and Jimmy. Was Cat there? The fair ended with a midnight fireworks show. If Paul had worked the Picnic Basket’s booth, he would have stayed for cleanup after that. Nancy couldn’t have moved everything herself. So he couldn’t have been at the lighthouse that night.

“Oh,” I said. “So he wasn’t involved with the marina after the town took over?” I was interrupted by the sound of Greg clearing his throat. Nancy turned and looked like a startled deer. Greg gave her a stern look, and her nervous expression turned to guilt.

“I should get back to work, Eliza. Can I get you anything else?”

“No thanks. Hi, Greg,” I said, super friendly, then slipped out to let them work out whatever domestic squabble was going to ensue. Last time I’d been there, he’d warned her not to talk so much. This time he didn’t want her talking, and she knew it.

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