Close to the Bone (Widow's Island #1)(14)

“Are you okay?” Tessa asked in a soft voice.

“I’m healing. I should regain at least ninety percent of the use of my left arm. I’m sorry I didn’t let you know I was here. I couldn’t . . .” Cate couldn’t find the right words.

“You weren’t ready for people,” Tessa finished. “I know you.”

“You do,” agreed Cate.

“Now you’ve been plunged into this investigation.”

“It’s good for me. I was starting to mentally atrophy doing nothing at Jane’s, and we’ll know very soon if it’s Samantha or not,” said Cate.

“Dr. Powers’s clinic is storing the bones until we can get them to a medical examiner on the mainland,” said Tessa. “I emailed him the dental records we have on file for both Becca and Samantha. He’s had some experience with comparing teeth.”

“That needs to be done by a forensic odontologist.”

“I agree, but it doesn’t hurt for him to look. I think he knows his limits.”

“I thought it was pretty funny that he didn’t know he was the island’s coroner,” said Cate, relaxing.

“He’s a nice guy,” said Tessa. “Half the island women have their eye on him. Even the ones who are way too old.”

“Understandable. A single doctor.”

“An extremely attractive single doctor,” Tessa corrected. “Tall. Built. Smart.”

Cate silently agreed. Henry Powers was easy on the eyes.

She checked the time, wanting to pull more information on Becca Conan. But would it be a waste of time if the remains didn’t belong Becca?

I wonder if Henry has examined the teeth yet.

One way to find out.





7


Cate stepped through the door of the doctor’s office.

“Good morning. What can I do for you?” said the lovely dark-haired woman behind the reception counter. Her name tag said Julie.

“I’m Cate Wilde. I’d like to talk to Dr. Powers—I’m not sick. This is about . . . something that happened last night.”

“Wilde,” Julie repeated, and understanding crossed her face. “You’re the FBI agent who responded to the . . . issue on Ruby’s Island.”

How fast does gossip travel these days?

Julie looked abashed. “My fiancé, Bruce, was there. He’s a deputy. He doesn’t spread rumors, but he does share news with me. And I know how to keep my mouth shut,” she added hastily.

Cate remembered the young officer. “My grandmother told me you and Bruce moved here recently.”

Julie nodded. “Yes, we did. Dr. Powers is with a patient right now, but you’re welcome to wait.”

Eyeing the padded chairs that had to be from the eighties, Cate sat on one and pulled out her laptop, determined to make the most of her time.

First up: sex offenders.

Sex offenders were the second set of people investigated in missing teenage girl cases. Family and boyfriends were first. The FBI had checked after Becca had disappeared, and no offenders lived on the island, but Cate wanted to look at the data herself. She searched and found one name had been added three months after Becca had disappeared.

Maybe it takes a while to show up in the registry?

Stan Irish. She made a note of his address.

“Well now. Look at you!”

Cate glanced up. Edith Starr had emerged from the back of the clinic and stood in the waiting room, glee on her face. Cate immediately stood and was enveloped in the massive hug. Edith was a close friend of her grandmother’s and belonged to the knitting and activist group. She also owned the Black Tail Bakery. Cate had wanted to stop in several times—she could almost taste her memories of the apple fritters—but she hadn’t wanted to answer questions.

Those questions now shone from Edith’s eyes. “Are you here for your shoulder, honey?” she whispered.

Cate stiffened. “No. I just have some questions for the doctor. My shoulder is good.”

Edith’s smile widened. “I’m glad you came home to the island. Its earth is healing, you know. People who have survived life-changing illnesses often end up here.” She leaned closer to Cate and lowered her voice. “They don’t know why . . . but us islanders understand.”

Acutely aware of Henry’s watchful interest from a few feet behind Edith, Cate could only smile and nod. Stories of the island’s healing power had been part of her childhood.

“Stop by the bakery,” Edith insisted. “I’ll get you a brownie.” She winked.

Cate couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled up her throat. “I will.”

Edith said her goodbyes and left.

Silence filled the waiting room as the vivacious personality left, and she and Henry were abandoned to awkwardly stare at each other.

His eyes are kind.

The corners of his mouth rose in amusement. “What’s so special about the brownies? Do they contain a healing herb from the island?”

“If you consider marijuana an herb, then yes.” His laugh sent warmth through her limbs. “Edith has supplied secret pot brownies for the last forty years or so.”

“Not so secret?”

“An open secret, I guess. To get one you have to ask at the counter if there are any fresh brownies still in the oven.”