Chapter 25
Cassie’s car was the only vehicle in the puddle-soaked parking lot. John glanced around. There was no movement or flash of clothing. His heart rate picked up. He parked and nearly catapulted over to Cassie’s car, and found it empty. His heart dropped. What if Marcus had taken off with Cassie? He sprinted down the graveled trail toward the lighthouse, hoping and praying like he hadn’t since he was a kid, that Cassie was at the end of that trail, alive and safe.
The rain was deafening. His footsteps were lost to the stomp of rain drops and the roar of wind. Tree tops bent eerily around him as the twilight faded like color bleeding from a paint brush.
He rounded the corner and found the North Head Lighthouse, silhouetted against the darkening sky. He squinted, looking into the d
