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I shook my head. “No, I dropped my phone when she pushed me.”
Torin searched the ground for it as I rummaged through my pocket, finding the recorder I stashed there when I went to stop Selene from fleeing the house. “It’s the recorder’s battery dying. It’s been on this whole time.”
That meant I had her confession.
“Good job, Elenore. We might make an agent out of you,” Torin said, handing me my purple sparkly cellphone.
Reed glared at him. “Don’t encourage her.”
* At least 4 hours later. *
“You know the drill,” the detective said as he closed his notebook. He had to be tired of seeing our faces. “Don’t leave the area without talking to me first.”
I tightened the blanket wrapped around my shoulders and yawned as he walked away. “We’ll have to find a new rental.”
Reed nodded. “We can stay with Torin tonight. He’ll love the house guests.”
The second SEAL nodded. “Just don’t expect there to be food in the fridge.”
Samantha survived her jump into the river. The police picked her up further down and she’d gone to the hospital for treatment with possible hypothermia.
I smoothed out the bandage on my hand as Reed watched. He took it, brought my palm to his lips, and gave me a quick kiss. My phone beeped, and he dropped my hand so I could check it.
“I’m turning this thing off tomorrow,” I said, pulling it from my pocket. The police confiscated my digital recorder, but not before we’d gotten a download sent to my email with the last remaining remnants of the battery. “It’s from Delaney.”
I turned the phone toward Reed so he could read the email with our updated flight information for tomorrow afternoon.
He chuckled. “You’re going to have to call and let her know we’re staying in Savannah for a while.”
She would not like that.
Torin’s phone gave off a series of three beeps beside us. We turned toward him as he read it and shook his head. “Not me. I’ve got to go save that doctor in Philly.”
EPILOGUE
“I cannot believe we’re moving here,” I said and giggled as I ran up the marble steps to our new condo and stopped at the glass entrance doors.
Reed swept his arm around my middle and tucked me against his chest for a quick kiss. “Only the best for you, babe.”
To our right, the tall building of condos built by Selene and Samanta’s father. Beyond that lay the Savannah River stretched out on either side.
He pointed at the bright red sign hanging across two large windows at the bottom of the complex. “Does it count since it’s under new management?”
“Yes, it still counts.” I tapped his chest.
Selene’s father had to sell the building after he spent considerable money getting Samantha the best lawyers in the South. It would probably still be a while before she went to trial for Lisa’s death, but the reporters were salivating at the chance of covering the courtroom. All reports said Samantha’s team was preparing for an accidental self-defense case—whatever that meant.
Delaney promised me I’d get to help her do the write-up when they updated viewers about the case on the podcast.
Samantha hadn’t lied about everything. Believe it or not, she really didn’t kill Casey. Although, he also didn’t die from an embolism, either. His autopsy report marked the cause of death as an aneurysm.
It turned out Casey had a secret smoking habit.
I had to Google it to figure out the difference. Neither was great, but at least Samantha wasn’t on the hook for two murders and taking out an entire family line.
“Do you want to grab lunch at Spanky’s once they finish with the boxes?” Reed asked, bringing me back to the moment.
The waterfront casual bar was his new favorite place. Now that we lived within walking distance, I figured we’d be eating a lot of friend mushrooms and hushpuppies.
I stepped out of the way to let one of our movers push his dolly through the front doors. “Sure.”
I’d come to Savannah as a favor for a friend but quickly fell in love not only with the city but the SEAL, too. It was a little weird to now live in the building behind so much death and destruction, but when a unit with a river view came available, we jumped on the chance. In a way, we’d come full circle.
Reed held the door open for me, and we stepped inside. He grabbed my hand and pulled me to him in the tiled lobby before giving me an earth-shattering kiss.
“Welcome home, Elenore.”
The end…
… or is it?