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a
dim shadow cross in front of the glass. There came a couple of good
snaps and then he had the impression something big went up the east
side of the cabin.
    When he
stepped to the door it was already too late to catch a
glimpse.
    That was
when he saw the pale figure on the beach. It was unmistakeably the
girl, Lindsey.
    The light
was all wrong and she would never see him in the darkened kitchen
doorway.
    He
watched as she turned and headed back down the sandy strip, heading
for the dock and the lodge. Liam was pretty sure she couldn’t have
quite done it. She couldn’t have gotten from his back door to the
shore in that short a time. She had been facing this way. He
wondered what she might have seen, or heard, or been doing out at
all, for that matter. He glanced at his watch.
    “ Hmn. I wonder what that was all about.” And someone had been
in his car earlier.
    There was
a two-foot wide concrete apron around the cabin. Considering the
nature of the terrain, mostly huge shelves and ledges of rock,
interspersed with a little moss and dirt, he wondered if there
would be any kind of sign in the morning. He shrugged it off. It
was a camp, and people wandered everywhere. He had a little
knowledge, but he wasn’t a born tracker.
    It was
also a camp that required reservations well ahead of
time.
    It was all fresh tracks around the camp. Bringing in a hound would be a
giveaway and probably just lead to a couple of underage drinkers or
a boy and his girl…
    The girl,
now, that was interesting.
    There was
the beginning of a small knot forming in his stomach, although he
rarely allowed that sort of thing to upset his
equilibrium.
    What was even more interesting was how someone had entered
his locked cabin, picked the expensive lock of his case, then the
(allegedly) cheap little one on his laptop computer without
breaking it—no mean feat in itself, and then turned it on and attempted to
hack into it. They had abandoned the attempt, putting it all away
again. They had known something, and they were also quite good about shutting
things down and locking everything back up on their way out. They’d
even wiped the machine and everything else they’d touched during
their little courtesy-call.
    However, there were certain indications. He had no doubt
about what had happened. He was even pretty sure who.
    Checking
him out was a bit of a mistake on their part.
     
    ***
     
    With
twenty-four cabins, all of them occupied, Lindsey’s attention was
fully engaged. If there was something vaguely disturbing about the
two dark foreign men getting into a boat shortly after Liam had
gone up the river, it escaped her. The men were in Cabin Eleven. It
was right across from his in the crazy hodgepodge that was The
Pines. They didn’t look much different from anyone else. Just like
anyone else, the one on the back was hunched over the motor. The
one in front sat facing the rear, his pale face standing out
against the green windbreaker. The only thing was that it had a
hood. Most of them did as the weather was notoriously fickle and
fishermen were out in all weathers.
    Dale
floated about from dawn until late, between the dock and the store.
Mark worked straight days, six days a week all summer long. Mark or
Dale fixed anything that was broken, within reason, which saved
them from calling in expensive service people from town. Mark,
nearing forty now, a perennial bachelor and scrupulously polite
with Lindsey at all times, had somehow managed to never become a
part of the family.
    Lindsey
had the impression Dale simply wasn’t capable anymore, and yet
living in a shitty little apartment in Sudbury all winter just
encouraged him to drink. They had tried that and she was sort of
grateful when he said he didn’t want to do it again. The camp was
the only real home he’d had in decades, and he saw no reason to put
down firmer roots in any town. What few friends he had were around
here. For Dale, to go to the coffee shop once a week, Sunday
mornings