Page 152 of Beach Reads and Deadly Deeds

He looked both sad and angry. “She won’t come. What did you say to her?”

I was confused. “Nothing. I told her to meet you at the dock, and...” My heart fell. “Andrew, something’s wrong.”

“I understand you and Brie are friendly, but this is my life, and Brie is an adult, as she has told me time and time again this week. She has chosen to boycott my wedding.”

“Maybe you should postpone,” I said. “She’s your daughter. She loves you—”

“I need you to back off, Ms. Crawford.”

“Something’s wrong,” I said. “She would be here.”

He pulled out his phone and read from it. “‘Sorry, Dad, I can’t support you and Sherry. She’ll never replace my mom.’”

“She didn’t write that,” I said automatically.

“She did, and I think you had something to do with it.”

Brie was in trouble, I knew it, but I had no idea where to start looking.

“Didn’t she show you the video?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Tristan was watching us, a concerned look on his face. “Mr. Locke? We’re ready.”

“Thank you, Tristan,” he said. “David and Doug Butcher agreed to be our official witnesses.”

“Very well,” Tristan said, and led Andrew to the altar.

I couldn’t worry about the mistake that Andrew was making—I needed to find Brie.

I ran to the tent where Sherry was getting ready, pushedthrough the opening. “Where is Brie?” I demanded. “What did you do to her?”

Kalise and Mrs. Kent were helping Sherry with her dress and hair.

Sherry preened in the mirror. “I’ve been here all afternoon.”

That look... that smug expression of victory. “You hired that thug on the island to do something to Brie. I swear, if you hurt her, I’ll—”

Kalise stepped in front of Sherry as I was about to slap her. “Ms. Crawford, perhaps you should leave until the dinner begins.”

I spun around and walked out, straight to the bar. “Jason,” I said. “Brie’s in trouble. I don’t know where she is.”

He said something to Charlie, then came out from behind the bar, and we ran over to the closest shuttle.

“What happened?” he asked as he jumped behind the wheel.

I told him everything about the video and Brie’s plans to talk to her dad that afternoon. “But she never met him at the ferry, and she hasn’t answered my calls or texts all afternoon. Sherry did something. She gave money to a man on the island. What if he hurt her? What if—oh God, she killed Diana and now she killed Brie, and—”

“Slow down,” Jason said as he sped down the road. “You’re jumping the gun here.”

“The video. We have a video that Diana blackmailed Sherry with.” I told him that Diana had planned to wait until after the wedding for her “payday,” but Sherry was just biding her time. “Who else has motive?”

“Anyone else she apparently blackmailed,” he said.

A golf cart was speeding up the hill toward us. A wild-eyed Brie was driving it.

“Stop!” I screamed, not knowing if I was yelling at Jason or Brie. I threw my arms up, expecting a collision.