Chapter 12
“Her name is Hannah Fielding. She’s a doctor of surgery for Hilton Head Hospital.
Widowed late last year when her husband—also Dr. Fielding—had a heart attack at the ripe old age of thirty-four.
She has one child, Brady, who’s five. Husband had just opened a financial consulting firm at the time of his death but was still employed by the same hospital.
” Logan put down the paper he’d been holding. “That’s all I found on her.”
“Her husband was a busy guy,” said Cowboy. “Maybe the stress led to the heart attack. Any connection to Noah?”
“Nothing, though Noah told me his sister worked at a hospital. Maybe Lizzie was a mutual friend.”
“Very possible, though it doesn’t explain why they’re masquerading as husband and wife. You don’t think they could actually be married?”
“I don’t see how,” said Logan. “No records to that effect.”
“Right. Stupid idea.” Cowboy tipped his chair back, balancing on the back two legs. “So it’s strange, but other than that, we don’t have anything to be worried about.”
“There’s something else.”
Cowboy lowered his head and looked at Logan as if over a pair of invisible glasses.
Logan frowned. “The Hilton Head Sheriff’s Department is missing one of their officers. Deputy Jerome Buchanan disappeared just as the storm was coming on land. The last license he ran through the system was Noah’s. Hilton Head PD has issued an APB.”
“Son of a bitch.” Cowboy slammed his chair down. “So he goes to the island and gets pulled over. The cop goes missing and Noah shows up being interviewed by a weatherman with his make-believe doctor wife and son. What in the hell is going on over there?”