Cullen spotted the cop car and its flashing lights as they reached the summit. He stopped, his gut telling him to survey the vicinity. He’d learned to trust his instincts.
“What is it?” Grace whispered, obeying his silent command to halt.
“Not sure. Can you see anything out of place?”
“No, but it’s weird. I’d swear someone was watching us.”
“Yeah,” Cullen agreed. “Let’s hustle. It’s safer nearer the cop in the light.”
Susan, the lodge manager, was speaking with the cop and spotted them first. She smiled, but it was clear her hostess duties were automatic and her smile ragged at the edges. “Ah, you’re back from kiwi spotting. How was it?”
“It was brilliant,” Grace said, answering for both of them. “We saw six different kiwis tonight. The guide said it was a lucky group. It was… Words
