Suddenly Psychic (Glimmer Lake #1)(24)

“Agreed. We wanted to take her out and do something fun. Which didn’t exactly turn out the way we’d planned. I just… it was bad. It was a really bad night, and now I’ve spoiled her birthday too.”

“It wasn’t bad,” Sully muttered. “If you’d died, it would have been bad. But you lived, so now you just have a really cool story to tell.”

Oh, Sully, you have no idea.

He continued, “Tell me about the guy you saw.”

“What guy?”

“The guy in the lake.” He looked at his notes. “The night of the accident, you told the EMTs a guy swam down to the car and smashed the window with a rock to get you guys out. I saw the shattered window. There’re lots of rocks down there. The glass is in the car, not outside it.” He looked up. “So your story checks out. Tell me about the guy.”

Robin blinked. She’d been expecting Sully to say she was hallucinating. “You believe there was a guy?”

“Yeah. The glass was broken from outside, and now there’s a body in the back of the car. Whoever swam down and rescued you might know how it got there. Was he in a suit?”

Robin shook her head. “A swim suit?”

“Diving suit. It’s pretty deep where you went in. And it’s cold.”

“No, nothing like that.”

“What did he look like?”

Robin held out her hand. “Let me see your pen.”

Sully frowned and then shoved pen and paper toward her.

“I’ll draw him. That’s easier than describing him.” Robin sketched out a picture that was closer to what she’d seen in mug shots or on television. Facing forward, neutral expression.

“Wow,” Sully said. “You’d be a good sketch artist.”

“I doubt it. Drawing portraits from people’s descriptions is a completely different skill than drawing from my own memory.” A few minutes and she had a decent sketch of her mystery man.

Sully took it and frowned. “He looks familiar, doesn’t he?”

“I thought so too. Like maybe a weekender?”

“Maybe.” Sully drummed his fingers on the table. “I’ll put one of the guys on it. See if anyone else has seen him around. Thanks, Robin.”

“No problem. Is there anything else?” She’d never finished her sandwich, and now she was ravenously hungry. Nothing good could come of that. “Can I collect my pacing husband and go home?”

Sully squinted at the picture. “Your family’s been in town for a long time, right?”

“Since before it was a town, I guess. We owned the land up in the hills. The dam just turned it into lakefront property.”

His eyebrows went up. “Lucky for you.”

“Lucky for my grandparents maybe.” Robin shrugged. “Most of it’s still logging land. The real estate market in Glimmer Lake isn’t exactly booming.”

“I know,” Sully muttered, paging through his notes. “That’s why I like it.”

He’d worked in Southern California for a while. Robin had forgotten that. After working in LA, Glimmer Lake must be a snooze. Of course, maybe that’s why Sully liked it.

Val and Monica walked over. “You ready to go?”

She glanced at Sully, who nodded.

“Yeah.” Robin rose. “I’ll probably just go with Mark though. He’s been waiting.”

“Okay.” Monica gave her a hug. “So weird and random.”

“I know.”

“See you, ladies,” Sully said. “I’ll call if I have any more questions.”

“Please do,” Monica said.

“Please don’t.” Val hooked her purse over a shoulder and put on her black aviators.

Sully glanced at her, and the corner of his mouth turned up. “You going to start offering a law-enforcement discount at the café, Valerie?”

“Do I look like Denny’s?”

Monica pulled her away and headed for the door. “Bye, Sully. Call us when you find out about the bones.”

“That could be months,” he said. “Possibly years.”

Robin walked toward Mark. “Ready to go?”

He ran his fingers through his hair and reached for her hand. “Yeah. You okay?”

“Sure.” She threaded her fingers through his and glanced over her shoulder. “It’s not the city. It’s Sully. He knows I’m not a murderer.”

Mark let out a sigh of relief. “It’s just so strange. All this is…”

“I know.” She squeezed his hand. “Come on. Let’s head home. I still haven’t eaten lunch.”

Robin walked out of the sheriff’s station feeling… kind of badass.

She’d survived a horrible car accident.

She’d seen a ghost. Probably. Or she was going crazy. Either way, not boring.

Now there was a dead body, and she’d just been questioned by the sheriff and given him evidence.

“This has been the strangest month I can remember in a long time,” Mark said.

“I know.” A smile lifted the corner of her mouth. “It’s kind of exciting, right?”

He muffled a laugh and unlocked the car before he opened the door. “I mean… I guess. But I’d rather you not have life-threatening accidents to liven up our lives, okay?”