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A ticking time bomb. Man, she had a way with words—a way to put the situation into a whole new perspective as if it were only a matter of time before the killer got his hands on her again and would finish the job. Gage already believed she was in danger. Her words had a profound effect on him, causing fear to cinch his throat.

“What am I going to do about it? Glad you asked. I have every intention of finding the person responsible.” And of protecting you, while I’m at it, Sadie Strand.

“So you’re the one who is going to investigate?” Her tone held a measure of hope.

That shouldn’t make him happy, but it did.

Sadie’s aunt safely in her car, Gage steered his vehicle out of the hospital parking lot. “Yes. I talked to my SAC. I’ve been assigned to investigate. Though Karon’s death was initially ruled an accident, there’s been another incident in addition to your attempted murder.” He’d alluded to it earlier but hadn’t told Sadie about Sean yet.

“And what’s that?”

“Listen, Sadie, let’s make one thing clear. I’m taking you to where you were abducted so that it will possibly trigger your memory. Whatever you tell me will help me to find Karon’s killer and your abductor all in one, but other than that, you’re not investigating with me. Understand?”

“Oh, really? You need me, special agent man. I know things that can help you, like you just said. For instance, I brought up the wiped computer hard drive and we’re going to check on that now and see if we can find anything else.”

“We won’t touch the computer if it’s there. I’ll have to call in a computer tech if we want anything found to be used in a criminal case. The fact that you already touched it could ruin that for us, but we’ll take this one step at a time. For my part, I’m only interested in what we can find as it ties to Karon’s duties as a Coast Guard reservist or to the maritime drug smuggling ring I’m investigating.”

“I don’t understand. Aren’t you trying to find who killed her?”

Yes and no. How did he explain?

“I’m investigating her murder as it pertains to the ring. Finding whoever left you out there could lead me to those involved. Was Karon murdered by the drug runners? Those who are involved in the ring? Or was she involved with them somehow?”

“What? No way!”

“Those were just sample questions. Was she associated with anyone possibly connected to the drug runners and maritime smuggling ring?” Yes, with Sean, depending on how he tied into it. Thompkins was looking into that.

“I don’t know of anyone.”

“What else can I learn about her murder that will lead me to the smugglers who will either be arrested for her murder or for drug running, or both? That’s why I will work with the sheriff’s department and other law enforcement entities as necessary. My goal is to determine if charges can be brought under the laws the Coast Guard enforces.”

Sadie appeared to slump as if disappointed. He touched her arm. “You should know something. If my SAC hadn’t assigned me, I would have pushed for it.” Now, why did he think she had needed to know that?

But her spirits appeared to lift, so he’d been right to share.

“Thank you, Gage. I’m glad you’re the one to find Karon’s killer. And... I feel safe when I’m with you.” She averted her gaze as if it was too hard to see his reaction to her words.

They had served only to further ignite his protectiveness.

He needed to focus back on task. “I’ll have to meet up with the other CGIS special agent and get his notes. I’ll read them tonight. But the fact that you were abducted from Karon’s house and left to drown on a sinking boat suggests there must be something in the house worth looking at.”

“And someone doesn’t want me digging around and finding out who killed Karon.”

A lump grew in his throat. He’d saved Sadie from the ocean, from the attempted murder. He prayed to God he could protect her until they caught the killer. Karon’s killer. Like his SAC had said, he wanted this solved quickly so no one else would die. Gage couldn’t agree more.

On the lengthy drive from the hospital back to the coast, he contacted Deputy Crowley and left a message that they were headed to the Casingses’ vacation house. A long peninsula separated Coldwater Bay from the ocean. Several rivers emptied into the bay bordered by a few small towns—Joshua, West Plymouth, Oyster City, Bay City and Jackson—where Sadie lived with her aunt on the cove side of Coldwater Bay. Finally, Gage steered the SUV down Oceanview Drive on the Washington state coastline, nearing the rental house where Karon had been staying.

Before him, the rock-studded coastline slid by.

Sadie leaned her elbow against the door and rested her chin on her hand. “Everything seems so surreal.”

Gage understood what she meant. Sadie had been out in the middle of stormy waters mere hours ago and had almost died. Likely would have if the Kraken hadn’t been on those waters, and maybe even if Gage hadn’t been there. Still, he wanted to keep her talking and asked, “How’s that?”

“I was just thinking about Coldwater Bay. The history of this place. Decades ago. A century ago even, this place was busy with trafficking, smuggling, and other crimes. But now it’s so peaceful as if none of that ever happened, with a thriving tourist economy. I guess after everything that happened today, I should say it only seems peaceful.”

“It seems like a dream that I grew up here and am back in Coldwater Bay on an investigation.” With you, no less! It hit too close to home. Fate was cruel or God had a sense of humor. He could decide which when this was over.

Finally, they neared Karon’s vacation house. Gage parked in the street in front, half on the grass, half on the asphalt. A sand drive led up to the house.

He shifted to face Sadie.

“It also seems like a dream that I almost drowned today. And that Karon is gone. Murdered.” She angled her head.

He wished she wouldn’t look at him like that, her soft blue eyes reminding him of moments like this in college. But several years and life experiences had changed them both. And today’s incident had also likely changed Sadie in ways she didn’t even realize yet.

She reached for the door handle. “She would never have been out in the water that cold without a dry suit.”

“That’s why things like that are called accidents, but now that it appears someone tried to stop you from interfering, we have to look deeper.” And end this before someone else got killed.

She opened the door.

“Sadie, wait.” Gage jumped out and ran around to stand in her way. “Wait for me. I’ve been put on this case now, sure, but it’s more than that. You can show me things I might not otherwise notice, yes, but the initial investigators have already searched the house for clues. Though they didn’t find anything, as you know, we should still be careful not to disturb anything that could turn out to be evidence or help us find out who did this to Karon.” He might want to bring in forensics. Since neither Thompkins nor Crowley had thought Karon had been murdered, they had likely missed something.

“Don’t you think I know that?” Her brows furrowed. “The initial investigators missed the proof. They probably didn’t even look at her computer. But I did and found it wiped clean.”

“Maybe they looked and found nothing suspicious. Maybe it wasn’t wiped when they were there, or they had no reason to even look. I’ll have to read through the report, like I said.” He held out his hand. “Come on. Let’s go.”

The sudden sense that someone was watching them crawled over him. Trees butted up near the house, which faced the ocean. Waves crashed against the rocks behind them. He squeezed her hand. Was he making a mistake?

A door shut. A man in a red cap that shadowed his face exited the house.

Gage froze. The man spotted him and took off running into the thick temperate forest that hugged the Washington coast.

“Wait in the truck.” Gage tossed the keys to Sadie and ran after the man.

“I’m not waiting here!” She followed Gage around the house and into the woods, but soon fell behind. He couldn’t leave her there alone. He’d lost the man anyway.

Gage backtracked through the trees and found Sadie behind a tree. He grabbed her hand and kept walking back toward his SUV. “This is too dangerous. I should never have brought you here.” He tugged his cell out to call for backup.

The air whooshed from his lungs as a concussive explosion slammed his back, forcing him to the ground.

* * *

Sadie lifted her face out of the sand, gasping for breath. What just happened? Her ears were ringing. Strong arms gripped her. Pulled her up and against a wide chest. Once again she found herself in Gage’s capable arms.

His face appeared blurry. His mouth was moving, but she couldn’t hear his words, understand them. But she knew he asked if she was okay.

She nodded. “I think...” How could she be sure? She focused on Gage. “Are you okay?”

He looked dazed himself. They sat there together for a few seconds.

Flames consumed the house—Karon’s family vacation house. Gage stood and pulled Sadie to her feet.

Dizziness swept over her, but she ignored it as she took in the utter devastation heating up the air around them. “Oh, no, Gage.”

Though her ears were still ringing, she heard her own voice this time.

He searched the ground near their feet and closer to the SUV.

“What are you looking for?” Sadie noticed a few chunks of the house—the roof, shards of glass from the windows, a splintered door—all these unintentional deadly weapons littered the yard.

“My cell. I was about to call for backup. Now we need emergency services. A fire truck.”

They could have been killed a thousand times over. They could have been inside the house when it blew up. Thank You, God! Her knees wanted to buckle but she refused to give in.

“There. I see it.” Sadie pointed at his cell on the ground a few yards away. She stuck close to him as he found the phone and examined it.

His demeanor on edge, he made a call as he held her gaze. “It’s ringing. Seems to be working fine.”

Phone to his ear, he led Sadie back to his SUV and they both climbed in. He locked the doors as he relayed the information regarding the blast. When he ended the call, he reached for Sadie’s hand, hesitated, then pulled back.

“They’re sending an ambulance too. I want you to go with them. You need to make sure you don’t have a concussion or internal injuries.”

“I think I’d know if I did.” Wouldn’t she? Though she couldn’t say she’d ever experienced a concussion before, or internal injuries for that matter. “And what about you? You need to make sure you’re all right too. Don’t try to be all tough guy on me, CGIS special agent Gage Sessions.”

She dragged out his name as an attempt to add humor to the situation, but it rolled over him. His gaze darkened. “I’ve been through worse. I need to stay and talk to the sheriff. He might be calling in state police at this point. Lots of law enforcement to deal with, and I need to stay connected.”

“I understand, but I don’t want to leave. I want to be part of it too.”

“You’re not an investigator, Sadie. I know you tried by looking through her house, but it’s not safe for you here at the moment.” He worked his jaw. “Whoever was in the house must have planted an explosive device. Or they could have cut the gas lines and rigged it to explode to possibly look like an accident.”

“Except we saw him leaving. But I didn’t get a good look.”

“Unfortunately, neither did I, but I know it was a man. He wore a red cap. I know his height and approximate weight. And he could still be out there somewhere watching us from a distance.” He reached over and this time he took her hand. “I won’t lie to you. Investigating is turning out to be more dangerous than I thought, but I want to keep you close. I want to make sure you’re okay and stay that way. I want to protect you if I can, but I’m not sure how I can do both.”

Protect her? Sadie wasn’t sure how to take his words. Was he saying them from his position as a CGIS special agent? Or was it coming from somewhere inside of him? Something far more personal. At the thought, her heart tingled with warmth that was more than what she should feel for a friend. She and Gage had been friends before and they were still friends. She trusted him with her life, but feeling something more for him? That would never work. Even though he wasn’t active duty or reserve Coast Guard and instead worked for CGIS as a civilian, he might as well be a Coastie, and Sadie had written off falling for a Coastie ever again.

Another smaller explosion at the house rocked the SUV. Sadie jumped and let out a small yelp. Gage leaned closer to her and together they watched the house now completely destroyed as the bright, hot flames continued to devour it.

A shudder ran over her.

Sadie pressed her face in her hands and leaned forward. Sucked in a few breaths.

Gage’s hand pressed against her back. “Sadie?”

“I’m good. I’m fine.” Karon had been murdered. Sadie had almost been murdered. And now Karon’s house. “I don’t understand. Why would someone go to all this trouble?”

Sirens resounded in the distance, coming from Bay City to the south. She sat up and watched the volunteer fire truck that carried a huge tank of water lumber up the drive to the house. The sheriff’s vehicles soon followed and parked along the street next to Gage’s SUV, and then the ambulance.

“Here’s your ride, Sadie.”

She didn’t want to go. She wouldn’t argue with him, but would simply ask the EMTs to look her over and leave her behind. Then Gage would have to keep her close, and she could find out more.

He exited the SUV and she followed his lead, getting out before he had the chance to open the door for her. He guided her over to the ambulance and handed her off to the EMT that jumped out. “You’ll be in safe hands now. I need to talk to the sheriff.”

Gage disappeared up the drive.

The EMT’s name was Gary and he assisted her onto a gurney, but she refused to lie down. “I’m okay. You can give me a once-over, but I’m not going anywhere with you.”

The scrawny, much-too-young-looking guy arched a brow. “If I find something that needs attention, you might change your mind.”

“I just got out of the hospital earlier today. I’m not changing my mind. I don’t want to go back for any reason.”

Gary listened to her heart and checked her vitals. Looked in her eyes. Just the basics. Then he tucked the equipment away. “I think you should let us take you to the hospital. Get your head checked out just to be sure it’s not something to be concerned about.”

“I promise I’ll set up an appointment later if I start feeling any symptoms. But I didn’t lose consciousness.” For more than a few seconds. She hoped her smile would convince him.

She let her gaze roam the area around the burning house and then twisted around to look behind her.

Was the man responsible for the explosion watching them? The water hose spray drew her attention. Firefighters directed the hose at the burning house, but now and then a flame would crackle and shoot back up. The propane tank had blown too.

Again, the sensation that someone watched her washed over her. Sadie hugged herself and rubbed her arms. Time to find Gage.

She left the ambulance to search for him. He wasn’t going to be happy she’d followed him closer to the house and the action, and hadn’t stayed behind for her own safety, as he would put it. But she felt safer with him.

She found him speaking with the sheriff and another deputy—the same guy who questioned her in the hospital. Deputy Crowley. He’d seemed nice enough at the hospital, but she wouldn’t take the chance that he would send her away from the scene. Sadie hung back near one of their official vehicles, almost hidden, so she could catch some of their words, though with the fire hose and the residual ringing in her ears, she couldn’t understand everything said.

“Miss Casings must have seen something or knew something and it cost her her life,” the deputy said. “There was obviously something we missed in the house. At the time, her death appeared to be a drowning accident.”

Gage had his hands on his hips and his back to Sadie. “I think we can all agree this must be big if someone went to these measures to destroy evidence.”

The sheriff spoke up. “If that’s true, and someone purposefully destroyed the house, it’s likely connected with Miss Strand’s search of the house and her subsequent abduction. With the house now destroyed, we can assume the evidence went with it. We should get a deputy over to the aunt’s house to stand watch at all times. I’m concerned about Miss Strand’s safety.”

“You’re not the only one. I agree that she needs protection.” Gage suddenly twisted around and stared right at her, his gaze pinning her.