Until The Ride Stops

She won’t stop until she finds the truth

Caroline Bennett is not looking for a summer romance. As a police officer at Starlight Point amusement park, she’s got more important things to worry about, like solving a cold case involving a girl’s mysterious death thirty years ago. Construction engineer Matt Dunbar is one of the few people who’ll talk about the incident, but even he’s not eager to dig up the past. Matt’s working on a new state-of-the-art roller coaster—a project that could make or break his career—yet he still finds time for Caroline. As the end of summer approaches, her investigation implicates Matt’s company, and she has to choose: justice or the funny, charming man she’s falling for.

“Thanks for the food and company,” Matt said.

“You’re welcome,” Caroline replied. “Thanks for being my victim in the self-defense class tonight. Virginia said she’d find some extra volunteers for the other nights, so you don’t have to come. Unless you want to.”

Did he want to? Matt hadn’t made a fool of himself over a girl in a long time. There were a few relationships in college, and even though one of them had lasted an entire semester, he was quite sure he hadn’t felt the emotional roller coaster Caroline put him on.

The smart choice would be to cut a wide swath around her.

“I’ll see what my schedule looks like.”

Caroline put a hand on the door lever, but then turned to him and paused, lips slightly parted. Had she not been a police officer with a powerful curiosity about an incident involving his family, he might have leaned forward and kissed her.

But that was a risk he was not ready to take.

Dear Reader,

Thank you for visiting my summer resort and amusement park, Starlight Point, as you read Until the Ride Stops. This is the fourth book of Starlight Point Stories, which also includes Under the Boardwalk, Carousel Nights and Meet Me on the Midway. In the first three books, the Hamilton siblings take ownership of Starlight Point and find true love. Readers met Scott Bennett in Meet Me on the Midway, when he and Evie Hamilton have a summer romance. Scott’s younger sister, Caroline, has a roller-coaster affair of her own in Until the Ride Stops as she spends her second summer on the Starlight Point Police Department digging into a cold case that could destroy the man she loves.

I hope you’ll love this book, and also visit me at amiedenman.com, follow me on Twitter at @amiedenman or send me an email at author@amiedenman.com.

Best wishes!

Amie Denman

Until the Ride Stops

Amie Denman

www.millsandboon.co.uk

AMIE DENMAN is the author of a dozen contemporary romances full of humor and heart. Born with an overdeveloped sense of curiosity, she’s been known to chase fire trucks on her bicycle and eavesdrop on lovers’ conversations. Amie lives in Ohio with her husband, two sons, a big yellow Labrador and two cats. She believes everything is fun, especially wedding cake, show tunes, roller coasters and falling in love.

To my best friend and writing critique partner, May Williams. Thank you for your brains, your talent, your patience and your friendship. I would be nowhere without you.

Contents

Cover

Back Cover Text

Introduction

Dear Reader

Title Page

About the Author

Dedication

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

CHAPTER NINETEEN

CHAPTER TWENTY

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

EPILOGUE

Extract

Copyright

CHAPTER ONE

CAROLINE BENNETT CREPT into the police chief’s office and pulled the chain on the light bulb hanging over the rusty filing cabinets in the corner. She booted up the laptop and pushed the power button on the document scanner she’d borrowed from the Starlight Point IT department. All the usual sounds of the amusement park—yells of excitement, midway games and the roar of roller coasters—were eerily absent late at night and the quiet added to the sensation she was doing something wrong.

She pulled open the top drawer labeled 1970–1973. Hanging file folders were labeled by month and year, with bits of paper sticking out of some. She took out the January 1970 folder and placed its single yellowed paper on the scanner’s glass.

While she waited for the blue light to capture the document, she slid open the bottom drawer and took out the July 1985 folder. Caroline glanced over her shoulder before opening it.

She found several smaller manila folders labeled Employee Issues, Dispatcher’s Log, Misdemeanors. The fourth folder was labeled Loose Cannon. She opened it and discovered it was completely empty.

“Caroline.”

She jumped and turned to the door.

“Sorry,” the night dispatcher said. “I thought I’d just walk in here and tell you instead of putting it over the radio.”

“That’s okay,” Caroline said. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. “Is there a call?”

“One of the night cleaners reported seeing a possible trespasser enter the construction zone for the new ride.”

“I’ll go right over,” Caroline said. She shoved the July 1985 folder back into the drawer and closed it.

“Want me to scan some of this old stuff? Nothing’s more boring than night shift. Nothing ever happens.”

“No,” Caroline said quickly. She smiled and tried to sound appreciative. “It’s my way of trying to get on the chief’s good side so he’ll recommend me for the police academy this fall.”

“If you make it through all that old crap,” the dispatcher said, nodding at the filing cabinets, “you’ll deserve a badge.”

Caroline shut down the scanner and laptop and sped out the door.

She crossed the midway, a wide avenue lined with shops and food stands on both sides, and checked the gate in the fence surrounding the construction area. Still locked. That meant the trespasser must have entered through one of the other four gates.

The new ride wouldn’t open for almost a year, and there was no spectacular coaster track visible, but management wanted to protect the construction site. Crews were busy leveling and stabilizing the ground, pouring concrete footers and laying the groundwork for the first new ride Starlight Point had built in three years.

And it would be a doozy. A combined kiddie coaster looping in and out of the track of a high-speed thrill coaster. Something for everyone, but still top secret until the big media reveal planned for later in the summer.

“Hold it right there,” she said. The words were out of her mouth before she’d even focused on the moving shadow in front of her. “Hands where I can see them.”

She pulled a flashlight off her belt and lit up the suspect. The suspect’s back. He wore loose fitting jeans, a T-shirt and a hard hat.

A hard hat? Not many trespassers donned safety equipment. If he was a worker on the site, what was he doing there at midnight?

“Don’t shoot,” the man said. “The only thing I have on me is a cell phone and a case of insomnia.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Worrying,” he said.

“You’re in a restricted area. You’ll have to worry somewhere else. I need to ask you to come with me.”

The man turned around, hands in the air, and faced Caroline. She kept her flashlight on him, even though he didn’t look dangerous. He had a blond crew cut and a big smile. Broad shoulders. Exposed biceps with his hands in the air. “You got coffee where we’re going?”

“This isn’t a coffee break. I’m arresting you.”

“Can you do that?” he asked.

“Of course I can,” she said. Irritation tightened the muscles in her jaw. “I’m a member of the Starlight Point Police Department.”

He laughed and put his hands down. “I didn’t mean to challenge your authority. I just wondered if you made a habit of arresting people who are legitimately working.”

“At midnight?”

He shrugged. “Job never rests.”

Caroline lowered her flashlight so it wasn’t hitting him square in the face. “Explain yourself.”

“Formal greeting first,” he said. He held out his hand, but Caroline didn’t take it. “Matt Dunbar. Construction engineer on the Super Star and Shooting Star project.”

“Shh,” Caroline said, looking around. “You’re not supposed to use the official name. Someone might hear.”

“Sorry,” he said. He leaned closer and whispered, “Matt Dunbar, construction engineer on the nameless mystery project opening next May. I hope.”

Caroline let her shoulders relax but didn’t let down her guard. He still hadn’t explained himself. Not really, anyway.

“That’s enough,” Caroline said. “Tell me why you’re here at midnight. I don’t see any of your crew, and I didn’t think there was nighttime construction going on.”

“Couldn’t sleep, so I walked over.” He gave up on the handshake and put both hands in his pockets.

“Walked?”

Starlight Point was on a peninsula jutting into Lake Huron with a long bridge providing nearly the only access. No one walked to Starlight Point. They either caught the ferry or drove over. Caroline narrowed her eyes. His story was not holding water so far.

“From the campout. My company sponsored a tent and I drew one of the lucky tickets to stay over tonight.”

Of course Caroline knew about the campout. It was the reason she was working an overnight shift. With a five-hundred-dollar donation to a local charity, groups of four could pitch a tent and stay on the Western Trail overnight. They’d get VIP treatment when the park opened in the morning.

“You’re here for the coaster campout?”

“It sounded like a good idea at the time. Stay the night, campfire breakfast and coasters at first light before the crowds get here. Nice donation to local charities. However, I forgot two things.”

“What did you forget?” Perhaps this would explain why he was wandering the construction zone. Caroline was still considering whether or not to haul him over to the station where she could question him under harsh fluorescent lights. Protecting Starlight Point was not a joke to her.

“I don’t like riding roller coasters.”

“And yet you’re building one,” Caroline said. She was starting to doubt he was actually in charge of the project. Shouldn’t it be someone much older? She’d been patrolling the fence surrounding the high-profile construction for several weeks now, but she’d hardly noticed the men in hard hats coming and going. “Will you ride this coaster when it’s done?”

He nodded, his expression serious in the ambient glow from the flashlight. “It’s my job. Inspires confidence if the man who builds it is willing to ride it. Even if I have to hold my breath for the entire ride.”

“Dedication,” Caroline said. I can respect that. But something still did not add up.

“You said there were two things. What else did you forget?” Caroline asked. “Is it here in the construction zone?”

“No. It’s a fact—I hate camping. When I was a kid, my older cousins used to consider it a badge of honor to scare me to death by scratching on the outside of the tent like ravenous mountain lions. This was especially effective after ghost stories and urban legends around the campfire.”

Caroline suppressed a laugh. “I’m Caroline Bennett,” she said, holding out her hand. “I went camping one time when I was a Girl Scout.”

“And?”

“I was trapped in a tent with a spider large enough to cast a shadow.”

He took her hand and gave it a lingering shake. “I’m picturing you ordering the spider out of your tent. Or else.”

She smiled. “The spider disappeared and we never found it, even though we stayed up all night looking.”

“I have no doubt you’re braver than I am,” he said. “Which is why I’ve already decided to surrender should you cuff me and haul me off to the Starlight Point Jail. I just hope you serve funnel cakes and boardwalk fries for breakfast. It’s the least you could do for keeping a man from his own worries.”

“What are you worried about?”

“Getting this done in the next three hundred and forty-two days.”

Caroline pulled her radio off her belt and keyed the police dispatcher to let her know the situation was under control and she would be escorting a guest back to the camping area. She clipped the radio to her belt and gave Matt her attention again.

“So you wandered off the Western Trail and thought you’d poke around here since you couldn’t sleep?”

A line appeared between his eyebrows as he scanned the area. “I just thought it might be interesting to get the lay of the land at night. I’m trying to picture it all lit up with miles of steel track going everywhere.”

Caroline glanced around. It was dark inside the walled-off section of the park, especially after closing time when lights all over the Point were dimmed or switched off. Only the chasing lights on the tall hills of a few roller coasters were visible.

By next season, there would be an addition to the Starlight Point skyline. The new top secret coaster was being built on the site of the ill-fated and short-lived Loose Cannon that had claimed a life and closed after only part of one season.

She shuddered, imagining the girl being thrown from the ride and dying on what should have been a fun day.

“Cold?” Matt asked.

Caroline shook her head. No way was she sharing her plan to investigate an old case no one wanted to reopen.

“I wish I had a jacket to offer you,” he said. “I could give you my hard hat but it won’t do much good.”

“I should escort you out of here and secure the site,” Caroline said. She swung her flashlight in an arc toward the gate. “Let’s go. I’ll see you back to your tent.”

Matt blew out a long breath. Maybe he wanted to stay and work, but she couldn’t allow it. It was her job to keep the area free of trespassers all night. No matter what they claimed. She planned to check his name and credentials the next morning.

“Will you come in and do a spider check?” he asked.

She pressed her lips together to suppress a smile. “You’ll have to handle that yourself. Not in my job description.”

Caroline opened the gate and they walked onto the dimly lit, empty midway. During the day, there was barely room for a shadow on the crowded thoroughfare, and now it was abandoned.

Matt fell into step beside her as they passed the long fence concealing the construction site and then the dodgem cars and several shuttered food stands. The late May evening was chilly and the damp air smelled like the earth recently churned up in the flowerbeds. A lingering aroma of hot dogs and fried food remained, even hours after park closing.

“Have you worked here long?” Matt asked.

“This is my second season,” she said, hoping the finality in her tone would discourage him from asking further questions. If she hurried back to the station, she could reclaim the second half of her lunch break and get another look at that file. Was it really empty or had the contents been misfiled?

“So you want to be a police officer, huh?”

“I am a police officer,” she said. “I’m a member of the Starlight Point Police Department.”

“But you don’t have a gun.”

She shot him a sideways look and squared her shoulders. Was he planning to challenge her? He’d find out she could take down a man his size before he saw it coming.

He laughed. “Easy, sergeant. It was just an observation.”

“I’m not a sergeant. And I don’t carry a gun yet,” she said. “I plan to complete the police academy over the next year.”

“Then I better watch out,” he said. “Or at least stay in my tent at night.”

They passed the loading platform for the cable cars, Tosha’s Homemade Ice Cream and the scrambler ride. Caroline began to wonder why she’d offered to escort him all the way to his tent like a lost kid. Maybe she should just point him in the right direction. She could tell him she’d be watching him and he would probably comply.

But it was a quiet night. And walking under the stars was pleasant. And she was completing the trespassing call she’d answered by making certain the perpetrator was secured for the night. She could zip up his tent and wash her hands of him.

“Too bad none of the vendors are open,” he said. “I’d like to buy you a soda to thank you for walking me home down the mean streets of Starlight Point.”

“You’re not in danger,” she said.

“I can’t see in the dark,” he replied. “I could fall and break both elbows, and then the new ride would be behind schedule.”

“Hard to believe you can’t manage in the dark when you wandered all the way to the construction site without a flashlight.”

He stopped, faced her and smiled. “You got me. How about taking a lap around the peninsula?”

“No.”

“It might tire me out and cure my insomnia. Then you’ll know I’m snoring away in my tent the rest of the night.”

Caroline pointed down the Western Trail and started walking again. “Not negotiable. I’m depositing you in the camping zone where one of my colleagues is on guard. I’ll have Big Kenny keep an eye on you.”

Matt sighed. “You’re no fun.”

“Not in my job description.”

They crossed the train tracks where an old-fashioned steam engine chugged past dozens of times every day, pulling passengers through a shoot-out with animatronic characters in a Western ghost town. Caroline enjoyed a mellow trip around Starlight Point in the open train cars on days when her feet were tired or she wanted to unwind, but most days she preferred buckling in for a heart-stopping ride on the roller coasters Starlight Point was beginning to be known for.

“I love roller coasters,” she said aloud. “And I’m still curious why a guy who builds them doesn’t.”

“I don’t just build roller coasters. I’m a construction engineer, which means I build whatever’s on the blueprints. I’ve built everything from playgrounds to senior citizen housing. This summer and winter, my job’s a roller coaster. I make sure it gets done correctly and on time.”

“Which is why you have insomnia,” she observed.

“Exactly. At this stage of the game, it’s like being in an abstract painting. And I think it’s only going to get worse.”

As they made their way along the Western Trail, they started seeing tents.

Matt stopped and whispered, “This is my tent. I think. They all look alike.”

“Oh,” Caroline said. She was almost disappointed. Of all the things she’d thought might happen during the overnight campout, she hadn’t expected a pleasant stroll under the stars with a mislabeled trespasser who built rides he didn’t plan to enjoy. He was charming, but she wished she hadn’t had to surrender the Loose Cannon folder as soon as she’d finally gotten her hands on it.

“Good night, then,” she said.

He smiled and leaned too close. “You’re going to stand here and make sure I go inside, aren’t you?”

“Just watching out for lions,” she said. She crossed her arms and watched him slide the zipper up and quietly crawl through the opening. As she walked away, she paused a moment and scratched on the slippery nylon tent.

CHAPTER TWO

MATT DUNBAR SHADED his eyes and peered through the surveyor’s scope. The project was massive. And unique. Mixing a kiddie coaster with an adult coaster could be genius. Or a total flop. Would little kids line up for a ride that looked scary even if it wasn’t?

That wasn’t his problem. Starlight Point knew its customers better than he did. His responsibility was to make sure the intertwined coasters were built according to the blueprints, the code, the budget and the calendar.

One year. The ride had to open next May, and it had to be perfect. Perfection in a roller coaster meant it had to seem deadly when in reality, riders wouldn’t break a fingernail. He shook his head. Such a paradox.

Millions of dollars were on the line, as well as his company’s reputation and his own hopes and dreams. He had to prove himself. Not many twenty-six-year-olds got an opportunity like this. The media attention at the groundbreaking ceremony a few weeks ago was enough to remind him how high profile Starlight Point was. He’d seen his own picture on the front page of the Bayside Times with a caption saying the top secret project was all on him. Great.

Matt looked up when something caught his eye across the construction zone. A tall man, suit coat flapping, made his way over the mud and around the equipment.

Jack Hamilton. He and his sisters, Evie and June, were co-owners of Starlight Point. He was a nice enough guy and they had something in common—Jack had inherited the park from his parents, much like Matt believed he might inherit Bayside Construction someday. Perhaps sooner than he’d ever thought. His chest tightened when he thought of his stepfather’s declining health.

“How’s it going?” Jack asked.

“Good,” Matt said. He shoved his hard hat back and wiped sweat from his brow. “This part of the project isn’t much to look at, but it’s necessary. Even though it seems like we’re just making a mess.”

“I remember when the Sea Devil site looked like this four years ago. I had a hard time picturing it ever becoming a ride. My sisters still claim I don’t have any imagination, but the problem is usually just that I’m hungry. Want to get a doughnut?”

Matt glanced at his watch. He’d been on-site for three hours now and the midmorning belly rumble was slowing him down. “I could eat a doughnut.”

Jack slapped him on the back. “Let’s go to the bakery just down the midway. But you might want to take off your hard hat so you don’t attract attention. The park’s open, and people are dying of curiosity because of this fence. Of course, it’s our strategy to build excitement and that’s why we swore your company to secrecy.”

“Is the strategy working?”

“I get media requests for details and the ride name every day. And our police department has already chased at least one trespasser out of here, so I’d say yes,” Jack said.

Jack’s face betrayed nothing, and as far as Matt knew, Jack wasn’t talking about him.

“Gawkers,” Matt said.

Jack shrugged. “It’s a pain, but I’m glad people are excited about the ride. It’s a huge investment for us and we could lose our shirts if it fails.” He grinned. “No pressure or anything.”

Matt followed Jack through the mud zone to a gate partially obscured by a tree. He hung his yellow hard hat on a nail before he left the construction area.

“Pink awning,” Jack said, inclining his head down the midway. “Land of sweets.”