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channels for some news. If she had killed him, surely they would mention it, but the only thing on the news was the story of the woman they’d found that morning, mauled to death. They discovered her on the outskirts of an old farm, her face and body mangled, her clothes in shreds. Addie shuddered but continued to watch the news for about half an hour and was relieved not to hear any mention of a hit-and-run anywhere.
    She looked over as Gerry entered through the back door, returning from his bank errand. Darcy and Jared were in the kitchen, chattering to each other about something Addie didn’t care to know about. She glanced out the window, saw the sun shining, and remembered the camera she’d brought with her, thinking it would be a good idea to take advantage of the afternoon light and get some pictures of the coastline.
    “I’m going out for a while,” Addie said to Gerry as she removed her apron, laying it beside the register. She grabbed her jacket and ran toward the door.
    “Okay, but be sure you’re back by four o’clock. I need your help with the liquor inventory for tonight, and don’t go wandering off by yourself near any farms!”
    “No problem,” Addie shouted back and glanced at her watch. She had an hour, which gave her plenty of time to get some good pictures.
    Addie drove about a mile, then pulled over at what looked like a great spot providing several different views of the coast. Leaving the clunky tripod behind, she grabbed her camera and headed for the trail to the cliffs. Gazing around at the high shrubs, she realized it wasn’t a well-traveled path and an uneasy tightness inched up her spine as she thought about the dead woman. Nearing the edge of the cliff, Addie spotted a small building. An old tool shed, she figured, with a small group of sightseers milling around on the other side of it.
    Popular place, she mused and trekked on with a sudden surge of courage. Her spirits brightened as the sun warmed her skin but she thought she’d better hurry and get some decent pictures before it disappeared behind the clouds she spotted rolling in.
    Addie strolled toward the shed, thinking it might make a good picture with the cliff in the background.
    She froze when she saw the black leather coat.
    He stood at the corner of the entrance to the shed, reading something resembling a map. The sun glared in her eyes, and she squinted, trying to make out his face. She was sure he was the same man. She'd recognize that coat anywhere and the black hair he kept tucking behind his ears as the wind blew it around his face. A great sense of relief came over her as she realized he was alive. Excited, she headed in his direction to apologize for almost hitting him, and ask where he’d disappeared to so quickly. As she approached, his gaze met hers and he scowled. She strode toward him, and as she neared, he turned and walked around to the other side of the shed.
    She struggled with the decision to turn and go in the other direction or continue walking toward him. Curiosity got the better of her so she continued to the shed.
    The sun filtered through what was left of the roof and the holes in the faded green walls made it easy to see through to the other side. As she rounded the corner, he looked up and his frown deepened. She wasn’t sure if she should be frightened or angry. She was certain he recognized her, but as she started to speak, he brushed past her in a blur and disappeared into the thicket a few feet away.
    She hadn’t expected the cold brush-off.
    That went well. What an ass. Hmmm ... Addie shook her head at the thought, leaned against the side of the shed, and sighed. Glancing down at the camera in her hands, she remembered the reason why she was there and wandered toward the edge of the cliff, taking her bruised ego with her, only to discover the fog had rolled in.
    “Jeez, so much for taking pictures today.”
    The fog became thick around her, abrupt and so dense. With each breath, she tasted