“Will we?” She snapped her eyes wide. “Because we haven’t so far. Nadia and Cori are dead. Tristan’s in a coma, and now we have another fugitive on our hands. And in case you haven’t noticed, the island is about to sink into the damned ocean.” She stomped her foot, which only squished further into the thick muck at our feet.
Joaquin turned to the mayor. “We’ll find Pete. He doesn’t know the island the way Tristan does.”
The mayor’s jaw was taut. She seemed to have stopped breathing. “You’d better,” she said. “Because I’m not sure how much longer we can go on like this.”
“What’re you saying?” Grantz asked, his face slack.
She turned slowly to look at him. “I’m saying that if we don’t find a way to reverse whatever’s going on around here, we could be looking at the end of Juniper Landing as we know it.”
No one spoke. The rain began to fall harder, the sharp droplets ricocheting off our shoulders and stinging my face. My hand automatically found Joaquin’s, and he held it firmly between us.
“Get your search parties out there and find Pete,” the mayor growled.
As she stormed up the beach, Joaquin called after her. “What about the funeral? For Nadia? It’s supposed to be today.”
The mayor sighed and cursed under her breath. “The funeral goes on as planned,” she said. “But you and your friends are going to need to dig another grave.”
She cast one last look at the spot where Cori’s body had lain, then made her way purposefully up the beach. The twins watched her go, following her progress with their eerie eyes.
“The end of the world, huh?” Liam said. “That’s something I never thought I’d see.” Then he loped off to rejoin Lalani, taking her hand as they walked slowly up the boardwalk.
Grantz was already on his walkie-talkie, ordering the search parties to the police station. Once the mayor had disappeared around the corner, the twins turned around again, looked me dead in the eye, and smirked. My grip on Joaquin’s hand tightened.
“What is it?” he asked.
“Why does it seem like they’re enjoying this?” I said, lifting my chin toward the twins.
Joaquin turned to look at them. Neither one of them flinched. If anything, their smiles widened.
“Does anyone know whose charges they are?” he asked quietly.
“No one’s mentioned it,” I said. “But it’s gotten hard to keep track lately.”
“See what you can find out.”
Together we turned toward the stairs. “There’s something off about those two. The last thing we need around here is another enemy.”
“Okay. I’ll ask around,” I promised.
When we reached the boardwalk, the twins were still watching. They were the only visitors left, standing at the guardrail in the driving rain.
“I’ll see you at the mayor’s at ten,” Joaquin said, releasing my hand.
For a second I thought he was going to lean in and kiss me good-bye. Part of me hoped he would, and another part wasn’t sure how I’d react if he did. But Joaquin simply took a step back and headed down the alleyway toward his apartment.
My hands were shaking. I had to figure out how I was going to handle Tristan being back. If he woke up—when he woke up—I was going to have to make a decision. Did I forgive him for bailing without explanation? Could we move past it? Or should I be with Joaquin, the one person who, so far, had never let me down?
I hadn’t taken two steps when the twins appeared on either side of me. My blood curdled and I hugged my arms tightly. Being surrounded by the Tse twins was so not what I needed right now.
“Lost another one of your own, huh?” Sebastian asked.
“What do you mean by that?” I snapped.
“A local,” Selma replied. “One of your own.”
“Oh.” I blinked, wondering how they knew about Nadia. But I supposed this was a small town. News spread. “Yes. We did. But she wasn’t just a local. She was a…a friend.” Or at least a potential friend. “She deserves a little respect.”
I quickened my steps, but they matched their pace to mine. Selma’s gaze bored into my cheek and I ducked my head, wishing I could turtle into my coat and disappear.