“Did you know the Tribbertons before their visit?
“Not personally. My father and Joe Tribberton were… business partners at one point.”
“What motive do the Tribbertons have to take your business down?”
“You’d have to ask them. All we know is that they were asked to leave after… an incident.”
“What sort of incident?”
Dylan stepped forward. “My wife was attacked.”
“By whom?” several people asked.
“Lisa Tribberton.”
“Can anyone corroborate this?”
“I can.” Damion stepped forward.
“We have footage of the incident, which was turned over to the police,” Brett said, stepping forward.
“Who are you?”
“Brett Jewel. Head of security at River Camps,” Brett answered.
“The same Brett Jewel who was shot saving the tourists last year?”
“Yes.” Brett nodded.
“You were police?”
“Yes,” he answered with a sigh. “Now I’m head of security here.”
The room grew quiet.
“Can you share the tapes?” someone asked.
“No, the police have them. There is an ongoing investigation at this time.”
“Are you saying that Lisa Tribberton is going to be charged with a crime?”
“No, I’m not saying—” Brett started, but Zoey put a hand on his arm.
“At this point, we’d like to thank everyone for coming today. Are there any other questions about the River Camps facility?” The room remained silent. “Thank you all again. Brett will show you to the parking lot. Feel free to stop by the front desk where Julie or Beth will be happy to book you and your spouse a stay here at River Camps so you can see firsthand how enjoyable it is to let your inner child out.”
She didn’t even wait a second before turning around and walking back down the hallway towards her office, along with the rest of the Wildflowers, who all wrapped their arms around Zoey as they went.
“That is one strong woman,” Damion said under his breath. “It looks like you’re up.” He motioned to the front desk. Sure enough, there were two people standing there. One woman was talking to Beth, who was scanning the computer screen as if looking for availability of a date. The other woman was looking at a brochure.
Jules stepped behind the counter and smiled. “May I help you?”
The woman ran her eyes over her slowly, then practically sneered.
“Yes, I hope so. I’d like to look at booking a cabin for my family and I.” There was a slight accent in the woman’s smooth tone. New York? New Jersey?
“I’m sorry, but River Camps is an adults only camp. Unless your family party consists of all twenty-one-year-olds…” Jules dropped off as the woman’s eyes narrowed.
“It’s too bad, really.” The woman set the brochure down. “You’d make a killing if this was a family facility.”