Deep Into The Night (Hartz Island Series) by Tracie Ingersoll Loy Page B

wigs you think you might use. I have a feeling if Jack is like Kip, this will not be the only time we go out in persona. There should be a honey-colored wig in the box, which I’ll wear. We need jackets, coats, and scarves. What do you have at the house?”
    “Not much. I’m guessing none of my mother’s clothes are there any longer.”
    “We can stop at the secondhand shop and see what they have.”
    They sorted through the two boxes and filled a bag with what they thought they needed. Montana had Cassie search the downstairs closet for coats and hats while she retrieved a box of Wellington-style boots. Within a few minutes, they were back in Montana’s Saab heading toward the store. Cassie stared out the window, looking at the island that she’d ignored for the last eight years. At that moment, she wanted a break of being Cassie Ryan on the run. Unsnapping her seatbelt, she flipped around in her seat and grabbed the bag with the wigs. She glanced over at Montana, who looked a little startled.
    “I think I want to be someone else for a bit.”
    “I understand.”
    It was between the platinum and light auburn. She chose auburn. Cassie flipped down the visor mirror and adjusted the hair. A slow smile formed.
    “I like you as a redhead.”
    “I was just thinking the same thing.”
    Montana pulled in and parked by the church-sponsored thrift store. “The good thing about this store is Margery Anne, the minister’s wife, has been taking lots of trips to other thrift stores to exchange for product that’s been donated here.”
    “That’s very nice of her.”
    “Hmm, yes it is. I think she has an ulterior motive.” Montana laughed. “But then that’s me. The bottom line is she has nice taste and really keeps things moving, bringing in great choices. The store has quite a little tourist trade following. The money is used for various charities like the woman’s shelter and…”
    Montana stared out the window, so she did too. Other than the backside of a slender, blond woman in a black trench-style coat leaving the store, she couldn’t see who or what Montana was looking at.
    “Quick, put those black glasses on. I don’t want her to know who you are. I mean see you.”
    “Who?”
    “Margery Anne. She’s exiting the store.”
    Cassie couldn’t see what the big deal was, but she followed Montana’s order. The woman waved to someone in the store, then turned around and exited the thrift shop. She hesitated but then got in her car and left.
    “She was on the ferry yesterday, too.”
    “Are you sure?”
    “Yes. She had a designer handbag just like my friend purchased recently. I was sitting across from her at a nearby table, and I was impressed she had the same one. Very few places carry them.”
    “We need to tell Jack and Kip. How fast can you shop?”
    “Recently, I’ve learned not to linger.”
    “Good. While you go in there, I’m going to the Five and Dime just down the street to see if they have gray hair spray. I’ll meet you back here.”
    Cassie was impressed with the secondhand store, to the point she needed to come back and shop for herself when she had time. She found everything she needed, all appropriate for an October day. She exited the store the same time Montana pulled up, barely allowing her time to buckle up before speeding away. She still didn’t understand Montana’s urgency.
    Montana finally slowed to turn onto Blue Heron Lane. Before she could tell Cassie to hide, she did.
    “I wished I knew what was going on around here, because all I feel like I do is duck down. If I were having an affair with a married man, I could understand it, but I’m not.”
    Montana laughed, put on large sunglasses, and slightly covered her face. “Didn’t Jack tell you?”
    “No, Jack did not. But you seem to know.”
    “Hmm…I don’t want to divulge information, but I will tell you this, Jeannie and I stumbled across something last spring involving Rob Armstrong. He’s the guy who is