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braid. “Well, okay then. Thank you…um?”
    “Jack. Jack Bryant.”
    Nodding, she offered a small smile. “Thank you, Jack. Goodbye then.”
    He stepped closer, his feet moving on their own, and peered down into her eyes. She was a head shorter than he was. If she were in my arms, her head would be tucked under my chin and her cheek would be against my heartbeat.
    “Make sure you take care of those scratches,” he said, his hand lifting to her forehead brushing the strands of blonde to the side, exposing her own injuries.
    Unable to find her voice, she swallowed deeply and nodded. Then, holding Ann’s hand, she led the older woman to the staircase on the side of the room.
    A small sign at the bottom of the stairs read Private – no guests allowed upstairs. He shook his head, incredulous that those two defenseless women thought the sign would keep someone from going up to where they lived to possibly harm them if they wanted.
    Walking back out to the porch, he looked around carefully as he waited for his ride back. The gravel lot in front of the main lodge meandered off to the right and he could see the first A-frame cabin in sight amongst the trees. Having studied the area before he purchased his property, he knew the gravel drive circled a small lake covering several acres and had ten A-frame cabins along the way. The road came back into the main lot from the left. The water had a few canoes and paddleboats, now tied to a dock. The place looked neat and well-kept, but the years had taken its toll on the buildings.
    The Saint’s SUV pulled in front of the lodge and he hauled himself into the passenger side, nodding to Luke, who was driving again.
    “They okay?” Luke asked.
    Jack nodded slowly, his eyes still sharply looking around. “You all get anything yet?”
    “Yeah, thought you’d want a debriefing when we got back.”
    “Good. I hate like hell that woman got through, but she exposed a weakness in our facility that we can learn from.”
    A few minutes later, he and Luke joined the rest of the men in the basement command center of his house.
    Chad began, “We went back to the fence where Mrs. Bridwell crossed. We need to increase the security cameras to focus on that wooded area, near where the creek is. Almost the entire perimeter is on camera and yet she managed to find the one area that was more out of sight.”
    “Gonna take care of fixing the problem tomorrow, boss,” Cam said with Bart nodding.
    Luke, looking up from his computer screen asked, “You want to know what I found out?”
    Jack nodded and turned his attention to his computer expert, knowing Luke would be able to ferret out all information.
    “Ann Bridwell, widow of Martin Bridwell. They married in 1957 and bought the land in 1958 with his Army savings. Loans were easy for military personnel to get housing and property back then. They built the lodge to live in and then the other cabins. Did most of the work themselves and hired local help with the more difficult construction. As soon as they got one cabin built, they rented it as a private honeymoon location. Actually did really well for the times. Ended up with ten cabins to rent and have continued to be a steady cabin rental locality since they are close to the mountains for hikers, campers, fishermen, and then skiers in the winter. Martin died about three years ago and his wife has run the place by herself with part-time help from her granddaughter, Bethany, when she wasn’t in college.”
    Luke stopped and Jack looked over at him. “That’s it? That’s all you got?”
    “Not much there, Jack. They pay their bills, the mortgage is paid off, they pay their taxes. The cops have only been called a few times when someone partied too hard, but other than that, there’s nothing.”
    Blaise spoke up, “You figure Alzheimer’s? Is that what we saw today with Mrs. Bridwell’s confusion?”
    With a few more clicks, Luke said, “Nothing yet on her medical record although her