Sydney Rye Mysteries Books 10-12 by Emily Kimelman

Author:Emily Kimelman [Kimelman, Emily]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Emily Kimelman

Sydney

A storm blew in this morning, the sky churning with clouds and lightning flashing, illuminating the sky in deep purple, pale yellow, and the sickly green of a fading bruise. Gray swirls still hover off the coast, turning the ocean into glinting silver, ruffled and dangerous, the wind pressing down upon it—almost as if the sky has taken temporary dominion over the sea.

Hugh paces nervously, sweat lining his brow. The heat and humidity surround us like an electric blanket with the dial turned all the way up. “Where is he?” Hugh asks, his voice high and worried.

“I’ll find him,” I say, standing up from the loveseat, my skirt swishing around me. Hugh nods, his eyes worried.

Stepping out of the guest room, I make my way down the hall and peek out to the patio where Hugh and Santiago’s wedding guests are gathered. Santiago’s mother and grandmother are here—he must plan on showing up. He wouldn’t stand Hugh up at the altar. Would he?

No. No way.

He’s probably in traffic. Or something happened to him…

Footsteps behind me draw my attention. Robert is coming down the hall. He’s wearing a light gray tailored suit and his green-blue gaze flashes with concern. He pulls at his left cuff, straightening it, and frowns at me.

“Santiago?” I ask.

“There’s been an accident.” My heart hammers. “He’s on his way to the hospital. Get Hugh. We’ll take him there now.”

I nod but don’t move. “Was it really an accident?” I ask.

Robert doesn’t answer for a moment, the lilac on his lapel making his gaze almost violet. “I don’t know.”

“Could this be our fault?” I ask, my voice low, a whisper.

“I don’t know,” he says again, his eyes hard. Robert does not like not knowing. “Go get Hugh.”

I suck in a deep breath and nod again, turning back to the bedroom where Hugh waits. “Did you find him?” he asks as I enter. Hugh’s hair has fallen over his brow, and his eyes are frantic.

“There was an accident.” Hugh’s face crumples into a pained grimace, and tears well in his eyes. I hold out my hand and Hugh grips it. “Let’s go. We need to get to the hospital.” I tug, leading Hugh forward. He follows blindly, holding onto me like I’m a life preserver and he’s just pitched overboard.

My phone rings as we climb into one of Maxim’s SUVs. Brock is driving, Robert sitting in the passenger seat. I pull my phone out of the little clutch—it’s a blocked number. Fuck me.

“Hello.”

“Ms. Rye,” it’s a woman with a thick accent.

“Who is this?” My voice comes out harsh and low, almost angry except with a note of fear that I loathe.

She laughs, low and quiet. “You are as brash as they say.”

“Who says?”

Robert turns around in his seat and is watching me, his gaze sharp, the flower on his lapel fluttering in the air from the vents.

“Your friend…Santiago. I have him.”

My breathing slows, and I force my eyes to stay straight, to concentrate on the flower. To not look at Hugh.

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