Chapter 8A fresh week had arrived, and with it came a noticeable shift in the weather. Summer’s early tease, as temperatures grew warmer and the sun shined down brightly on a land which thrived under such conditions. It wouldn’t last, of course, as it was only the first day of April. Still, as Noah drank his coffee on the outside deck of his room and watched the gentle waves tickle the shore and the sun bake his body, he thought what a shame he would be spending the day pursuing darker matters. Like murder, suspicion, and lies. Doing what he could to help Demetri, and in turn, himself.
Monday morning arrived after a night of fitful sleep. Demetri’s words had played over and over in his mind like an earworm. Noah needed to face reality that the naïve boy from little White Pine was gone. He
