Henry stepped out of the clinic’s front door, a garbage bag in his hands, and waved at her as she stopped near her vehicle.
She paused, wondering if he’d discovered anything else about his break-in.
“You just missed your grandmother,” he told her.
The dimple in his left cheek caught her attention, and she forced her gaze to his brown eyes. “Uh-oh. What did she tell you?”
Her cell phone rang, and she checked the screen. Tessa. “Hang on, I need to take this,” she told Henry as she accepted the call. “This is Cate.”
“Cate, Rex Conan just called in a fire and a shooting on Ruby’s Island.”
Alarm shot through her. “A shooting? What happened?”
Henry stepped closer. “Shooting?” he asked.
“His nephew, Dustin, was shot while investigating the fire. Rex said he sent him to the south end of the island because he’d spotted smoke. He figured it was teenagers building a fire on the beach, but Dustin called him saying he’d been shot and that the lighthouse was on fire.”
Leaving Henry, Cate ran across the road from the clinic and stopped at the fence to get a view of Ruby’s Island across the bay. Sure enough, a faint stream of smoke rose from the far end. She clutched her phone to her ear. “I can see the smoke. Is Dustin okay? Who shot him?”
Henry appeared beside her and stared out at the smoke. “Who’s been shot?”
“Dustin Conan,” she whispered. “On the island.”
Tessa continued. “Rex says it winged his upper arm, and all Dustin knows is that a man shot him.” Tessa paused. “Cate . . . Dustin told Rex the man had a bin of bones.”
Shock stole Cate’s breath. “Did you tell Rex the bones had been stolen?”
“No. It didn’t seem like the right time.” Tessa sounded grim. “Why do you think this man brought the bones back to the island?”
“I have no idea.” Cate’s mind raced. Why?
“Bruce and I were in Bishopton when the call came, and now we’re headed to the marina to take out the sheriff’s boat. I called the fire department, and they’re pulling together a crew to take the fireboat to the island.”
Cate’s heart sped up. Too much time. Tessa is over a half hour away. The fire department was made up of volunteers. It’d take even more time to get to the fire.
“I’m closer,” Cate said. “I’ll drive to Harlot Harbor and get the water taxi—wait!” Cate ducked under a fence rail and darted down the steep bank, stepping carefully on the big, rough rocks until she reached the tiny, dirty beach and could see south to the pier. Adam is still here.
“The water taxi is tied up at the North Sound pier. I can be on the island in fifteen minutes.”
“Be careful, Cate.” Tessa ended the call, and Cate scrambled back up the bank to the road.
“Is Dustin okay?” Henry asked as he met her, the garbage bag still in his hand.
“I think so. Someone set the lighthouse on fire and took the shot at Dustin.” She took a deep breath. “Dustin says the man has a bin of bones.”
Henry’s mouth fell open. “Holy crap. What’s he doing with them? And how do you put out a fire on an island?”
Cate only knew the answer to one of his questions. “The fireboat’s water cannons can reach the lighthouse. I need to get to Adam’s water taxi before he leaves the pier.”
“I’m coming with you. Let me grab a medical kit.” Henry ran across the street and through the front door of his clinic. He came out five seconds later without the garbage bag and carrying a case that looked like a large fishing tackle box. “Let’s go.”
They caught Adam on the pier as he untied his boat.
“We need to get to Ruby’s Island now!” Cate ordered as she stepped down into his boat.
“I’ve got a pickup in Harlot’s,” Adam told her from the dock with a glare. “You’ll have to wait.”
“We’ve got a fire and gunshots on Ruby’s,” Cate informed him. “Get moving.”
To her relief, Adam threw the ropes on the boat and followed Henry down the steps.
“On it,” Adam replied. He put the boat in reverse and gunned the engine.
She almost forgave him for his lecherous stares from her first ride.
Fifteen minutes later, they were at the small boat dock on Ruby’s Island. The lighthouse fire was raging out of control, a tall tower of flames.
“There’s no saving it,” Cate whispered to Henry, her throat growing thick at the sight. A piece of my past.
“I don’t recognize that boat,” Adam said, pointing with his chin at a tied-up boat as he pulled up to the dock. He hopped out and stayed low, tying up his own boat. The fire whooshed and crackled, filling the quiet island with its noise of destruction. Ash blew around the dock like snowflakes. Cate covered the area, searching for a gunman. Her weapon stopped on a man who staggered out of the woods, waving one arm at them. Dustin.
His other arm was tucked inside his coat, and he struggled to keep his footing as he came down the steep bank to the dock. His kit in hand, Henry leaped out of the boat to meet Dustin, and Cate followed, keeping one eye on their surroundings.
Dustin collapsed on the dock, catching himself with his good arm. “I’ve been shot!” he gasped, his eyes wide and his cheeks tearstained. Now that he was closer, Cate saw dark blood had stained one arm of his navy coat. He was lightly coated with ash.
Henry knelt beside him, laying him down on his back. “We know.”
The young man closed his eyes. “Fucking hurts!”
Henry eased Dustin’s good arm out of his sleeve.
“Dustin,” Cate asked. “Who shot you?”
“A guy,” he panted. “Don’t know him. He was digging in the same place where you found those bones. He had a bin of bones with him, and I think he was going to bury them too.” He shrieked as Henry moved his other arm.
“Dustin, I’m sorry to make you talk,” said Cate, “but we need to know what’s happening. Did he say anything to you?” Loud snapping sounds from the burning lighthouse made Cate and Henry duck. Looking back, Cate saw a large piece of flaming debris fall to the ground. We’re far enough away to be safe.
“When I spotted him, I asked him how the lighthouse caught on fire. Startled him. He was already digging.” He moaned as Henry did something to his upper arm.
“And?”
“He pointed a gun at me and said he set the fire. I put my hands up and was backing away when he shot. It hit my arm, and I ran into the woods. Hey! Watch it!” he yelled at Henry. “Fuuuuuuck!” His body arched in pain.
Henry didn’t flinch and continued to rinse Dustin’s wound.
“I’m going to find him,” Cate told the two of them.
“That guy is nuts,” Dustin said, shooting angry looks at his doctor.
“What do you mean?” asked Cate as she started to leave.
“He said he had to burn the ghost in the lighthouse.”
Cate and Henry stared at each other. “The ghost?” Henry asked.
“Yeah. I assumed he meant Ruby. Everyone says she lives there. He’s an idiot. You can’t kill a ghost,” Dustin muttered and then clenched his teeth together.
“Noted. I’ll be back.” She checked her weapon again and brushed ash from her eyelashes.