Never Tell (May Moore Suspense Thriller 2)

“Speaking of work, I have to get going. I took time off to pick Kerry up.”

“You can’t stay and chat with us?”

“I’m sorry,” she said, feeling like a disappointing child again. “I’d love to another time.”

“Well, let’s organize a get-together. I understand work can’t wait,” her mother said.

At that moment, her father asked, “Hey, May, do you know anything about that local death? I heard something about it on the local WhatsApp group earlier. They weren’t sure if it was a drowning or a murder. Is it even true? I guess if it is a murder, it’ll go to the FBI?”

“Yes, it is true. We’re handling it.”

May felt like this question was too little, too late. And they hadn’t yet made any progress on the case, so there was really nothing more to say. She could see Kerry’s curious glance, but ignored it. Instead, she turned and walked back to the car, feeling heavy hearted.

As she got there, her phone rang.

It was Owen, and seeing his number, her heart lifted. Perhaps this meant there was progress, she thought.

Owen sounded excited when she picked up.

“I’ve found out where Bert Reed is staying,” he said. “Your idea about the golf courses worked out! He’s at a golf resort he owns about twenty miles from here.”

May felt her heart leap. She was able to derail her thoughts away from the frustrating topic of family and focus on the demands of their case.

“I’ll be back in five minutes. Let’s head straight out together,” she said.