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“You should probably know he’s likely looking at jail time for what he did to try to keep the video from being posted online.”

“What the heck did he do?” Jago asked.

Trystan sat forward in his seat and groaned. “Was it him who cut the air hose during the dive the other day? Kit was telling us about that.”

“Yes. He exchanged the artefact from the boat for the return of the video. The person blackmailing him claimed a reward for the artefact.”

“That Australian guy who works for Ryan Simmons?” Trystan asked.

Flynn nodded.

“I reckon it should be the guy who did the blackmailing that should go to prison,” Jago remarked.

“That’s also a possibility. Hopefully, given the circumstances and the fact that it seems clear Benji wasn’t intending any harm to come to Ryan, he may get a suspended sentence, or community service.”

“Fingers crossed,” Trystan muttered.

“Have you seen the video?” Jago asked.

“Yes. Though there isn’t much to see. It’s taken from a distance and it’s wobbly. It was actually a small child who took the video, probably by accident.” He paused. “I have it with me if you want to see it.”

Immediately, Jago shook his head. “I don’t want to see it.” He looked questioningly at his brother.

“Me neither,” Trystan said. “I have plenty of goodmemories of dad. I don’t need negative ones. Especially if it doesn’t tell us anything new.”

“What about the rest of the family?” Flynn ventured.

“We’ll talk to them,” Trystan said confidently. “They should know.”

“If anyone wants to see the video, send them to the station.”

“Thanks,” Jago said, with a tired smile.

“Sorry to ruin the mood.”

He shook his head. “Do you want a beer now?”

“No, thanks. I think I’ll leave you alone. You probably want to chat it all through.”

Jago stood when Flynn did and patted his back as he embraced him. “Thanks for coming over. Better to hear it from you.”

“Of course,” Flynn said, then shook Trystan’s hand before wandering back to the road.

Chapter Thirty-Six

From the living room window,Lily looked out for Flynn and rushed downstairs as soon as she spotted him ambling along the promenade in the fading daylight.

“Hi,” she said, opening the door. Expecting him to be drained after his conversation with Jago, his lazy smile caught her off guard, as did the way his gaze held hers for way too long.

“How did it go with Jago?” she asked, tilting her head.

“Okay, I guess. Trystan was there too. I think that helped.”

She nodded. “What’s going on with you?” she said, when he continued to gaze at her with his crooked smile.

“Nothing. Why?”

“Because you look…” She shrugged. “I don’t know… happy or something.”