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inhabitants.
    If possible.
    Now he walked to the window facing Neptune’s Gate and looked up at the gargantuan house. Lights were still glowing in some of the windows, though he couldn’t spy Ava Garrison’s room from this vantage point. That bothered him a little, especially now, after her surprising dive into the bay a few hours earlier. But he couldn’t make a scene about where he lived, about the fact that he needed a spot where he could keep an eye on her, or he would arouse suspicion. As it was, he had to be careful.
    After yanking the blinds closed, he double-checked his hiding spot, one of the holes in the wall covered by a picture of a clipper ship riding angry waves. Earlier, he’d carefully superglued a strong, waterproof pocket to the inside of the paneling, as far down the hole as he could reach. The pocket had a Velcro flap, and inside were several items, including a prepaid cell phone that couldn’t be traced, at least not easily; an Internet connective device that he didn’t want anyone to find; and a small jump drive that held all the information he dared keep on the island. The backup info was tucked far away at a private data backup site on the mainland, one that kept it away from prying eyes. The last item was his gun. A Glock that couldn’t be traced to him.
    Nonetheless, he never felt completely safe, was always wary.
    â€œComes with the territory,” he reminded himself as he extracted the Internet connection device and the data stick from their hiding spots. After checking the dead bolt, he opened his laptop and connected to the Internet, ready to write his notes on what he’d discovered on his first day under the employ of Ava Garrison.
    Unfortunately, at this point, he had more questions than he had answers.
    But that would change.
    The dog let out a long sigh and closed his eyes.
    Dern glanced at the smelly shepherd.
    He figured the beast might just be his only friend on the island.
    Then again, that suited him just fine.

CHAPTER 4
    S he awoke alone.
    Again.
    Wyatt’s side of the bed was cold, as if he’d never joined her.
    â€œGood,” she whispered, then made a face at the sound of her relief. It was just wrong. She’d already lost her son and, it seemed, her own identity, so she should be holding fast to her husband and her marriage. But she was seriously in danger of losing both and all she felt was relief.
    When had that started?
    At first, after Noah’s death, she and Wyatt had clung together, holding each other, tasting each other’s tears. There had been a tenderness and a desperation to their lovemaking that had evaporated over the months with the realization that he wasn’t returning, that their boy was gone forever.
    Wyatt began staying on the mainland, and when he returned, they rarely slept together.
    Despite her need for another baby.
    One child cannot replace another. She knew that. But she wanted another child. Someone to love.
    Through the closed door, she heard the sound of Jewel-Anne’s wheelchair whirring outside her door. Had her invalid cousin been spying again? Jewel-Anne was getting creepier by the minute, and Ava found her patience with her cousin wearing thin. And why the hell would Jewel-Anne be hiding and watching her, eavesdropping on her conversations? Was her cousin that bored? It just didn’t make a helluva lot of sense.
    Again, Ava’s headache raged, and again she felt as if the world were collapsing around her. She was groggy, the remnants of deep sleep dragging her down, but she fought it. She’d always been a light sleeper, but lately . . .
    You were drugged. Obviously. Since you have been ignoring the sleeping pills Dr. McPherson prescribed, she probably slipped them into that damned cocoa you sipped so greedily last night. Hadn’t she been in the kitchen with Demetria?
    She drew a breath. Don’t go there. Evelyn McPherson is a well-respected doctor, a psychologist