“Anenoa? In the middle of the State Park, where there are no people for miles and miles? That sounds like the plot of a bad horror movie, the kind where you see people go into the basement even though that is the last place...”
Tessa groaned. “Jane, please! You aren’t helping. The site will be swarming with grad students, and we can stay at the very plush Anenoa Lodge. You can spend your time in the spa pool while I am shoveling loads of muck from a trench.”
Jane grinned. “That is more like it. What about Thor?”
Tessa’s cheeks turned a pale pink. “What about him? All he said was that he would be in touch. He is looking after Seadrift.”
The phone beeped for the hundredth time. Jane sighed. “I had better get some work done today anyway.” She reached in her purse and removed her house key
