Nowhere To Hide

“That’s right, dear. After Patrick died. Sonny said a man he worked with knew about the gated community. Although Sonny never implied he’d been to Sanctuary.”

If Sonny hadn’t visited Katherine, then what had he been doing on the island? And who was the other man in the photo?

“My mistake, no doubt,” Lydia said. “I hope you can relax a bit while you’re in Ireland. See some of the sights.”

“Actually, one of the neighbors took me for a nice ride today. A gentleman about my age. He’s been so thoughtful. I invited him to join us for dinner. I must say I’m enjoying his company.”

Lydia smiled, happy for the woman who seemed more like her aunt than Sonny’s.

“Wouldn’t hurt you to look around, Lydia. Find someone to make your days a little brighter. In due time, of course.”

Matt Lawson’s smiling face as he worked with the children on the beach came to mind. Lydia shook off the thought and concentrated on what Katherine was saying.

“Tell that sweet grandnephew of mine to go next door and meet Bobby Jackson. They’re about the same age. Sarah and Rob are good folks.”

“The boys are already friends.” Lydia told Katherine about the contest and the fun on the beach.

“I’m glad he had a good time. By the way, the Community Church is on the mainland, just off the Bay Road. Nice congregation. When you’re ready.”

“Matt mentioned it.”

Katherine gave Lydia her phone number in Ireland. “Your cell won’t work transatlantic.”

“Stupid of me, but I forgot it in Atlanta,” Lydia admitted. Really stupid. In her rush to pick up Tyler, she’d left the phone at the police station.

“No problem, just call direct. And hug Tyler for me.”

Lydia hung up, wondering about the Community Church Katherine mentioned. Matt said he helped with the youth program. Not what she expected from a former cop. But then, she had a jaded view of law enforcement.