Chapter 8
Mrs. Peters had done as they’d planned. She’d told Mick as much when she called just before he left the house. All they had to do was wait and hope Lionel Knight heard the gossip about the ‘crazy artist’ who had moved into the cabin.
Now, as Mick made the turn onto the snow-packed road leading up to the cabin, he swore softly when a bright ray of sun hit his windshield, blinding him for a moment. He could feel the car begin to slide, corrected quickly, and sighed in relief as the car straightened again.
He made it the rest of the way, without any problems, to where he’d had to leave the car yesterday. Parking and getting out, he began walking the final half mile.
A fierce roar suddenly ripped through the silence, then another deeper one. Mick froze as the roars, followed by e
