status, and her mother and sisters were busy tending to each other and the family business under the supervision of Marco, their longtime family friend. Maybe she could call Marco and tell him about all that had transpired, but he would be in a car speeding to Cobalt Cove in a matter of minutes, and she did not think she had the fortitude to handle a face-to-face with him.
She let herself into the small hotel room, decorated in soothing blues with a second-story balcony that looked over the front parking lot and out to the ocean beyond. She locked the door behind her, legs gone weak. Sinking down into a chair, she considered her options.
Go home, as Officer Torrey had suggested.
Stay and see if she could somehow locate Tank.
And then what? If he was a dangerous man, that plan would be just plain stupid.
“You’re committed until tomorrow morning, anyway,” she muttered to herself. There was no way she was going to leave Cobalt Cove without retrieving her cell phone and checking on Lila.
She wondered if she’d see Dan at the hospital. Her cheeks went hot as she considered what he must have thought after she’d bolted from the accident scene and hidden like a child on the beach. Yet his tone had not been condescending or pitying, the gray eyes gentle, or so she imagined.
With a sigh, she put the memory behind her and microwaved herself a cup of water, dunking in a tea bag before she opened the door to the balcony. The hotel phone rang and she answered it, gazing out at the sea, cradling the hot mug to her body with her free hand.
“Is this Angela Gallagher?”
“Yes. Who’s calling?”
“You know who.”
Her breath caught. “Tank?”
“Yeah. I need to talk to you.”
Her nerves were rattled. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“I had nothing to do with that explosion.”
“It’s a police matter now.”
“I need help. The way I see it, you owe me.”
“How’s that?”
“My brother died protecting you.”
The words cut into her like bullet fragments. “I...I don’t even know you.”
“Doesn’t matter. If my brother was alive, he’d have my back, but he’s dead because of you.”
The words robbed her of the power of speech. A throbbing pain filled her body.
“I need to talk to you now,” he said. “Meet me at the diner across the street in fifteen minutes.”
“I can’t.” She scrambled for an excuse. “I’m in my pajamas.”
There was the sound of soft laughter. “No, you’re not.”
Terror balled in her stomach. Could he see her? She scanned the parking lot, quiet and dark. No, she told herself. He’s bluffing. She let out a shaky breath.
“And you’d better drink your tea before it gets cold.”
The phone slipped from her hand and fell to the floor, disconnecting the call.
Dan was finishing up reading an article in a kayaking magazine when his cell phone rang. He turned down the music and answered. For a few seconds, there was no one on the other end, which sent the nerves cascading along his spine.
“Who’s there?”
“Dan?” Another beat. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have called.”
He stiffened. “What’s wrong, Angela?”
“Well...probably nothing.”
“I was born nosey. Tell me.”
“Tank called my room. I don’t know how he got my number, but...”
He heard the catch in her breath. “What?”
“He’s watching me. Maybe I should call the police.”
“Yes, you should.”
“But, I think he’s in trouble. He—I...I want to talk to him.”
Dan measured his words with care. “The police would advise against it, and so do I.” Too arrogant? He waited.
“I know, but I feel like I should.”
“You think you owe him because of what happened to Julio.” Overstepping for sure, but he couldn’t take it back now.
No answer from her.
“You don’t owe Tank anything. It’s not smart to meet him.”
“Thanks for the advice. Sorry to disturb you.”
“You’re going to do it anyway, aren’t you?”
“I don’t know. I’ll think about it and decide.”
Her tone was slightly miffed. He liked the hint of rebellion.
“I don’t know why I called. I apologize. Good night.”
“Hold on,” he said. “As soon as you hang up, you’re going to decide to go.”
“Are you a mind reader now?”
“As a matter of fact, I am,” he said in what he hoped was a jovial tone. “And your mind is saying it was a good idea to call that annoying Blackwater guy because he can help. I’ll be there in five minutes. Don’t leave your room until I get there.”
“You’re bossy.”
He chuckled. “Only when I’m right,” he said. “Stay put.” Not waiting for her to rally an argument, he was out the door in moments. Normally he’d bike the two miles, but it was faster to take his Chevy. The truck rumbled over to the hotel. Afraid she might have already left without him, he parked in the closest spot he could and jogged up to Angela’s room.
“It’s Dan,” he said, knocking on the door, praying she hadn’t gone on to meet Tank without him.
She opened the door wearing jeans and a thick sweater that matched her eyes. Her head cocked to the side, expression chagrined. “This is silly. I’m sure it’s a misunderstanding.”
He shrugged. “I’m up for silly. What else did he say to you?”
She relayed a few details about the call.
“All right. If it’s a misunderstanding, we’ll find out soon
