Chapter 1
Amy Holbrook loved days like this.
The September sun still threw more warmth than she approved of, but the breeze carried the first nip of autumn. Days in the seventies and nights in the fifties. Cloudy skies and soft rains. No client interviews today, just a meeting with a computer contractor, so she got to wear her blue jeans and tartan flannel. Yay!
Up and down 4th Avenue, people strolled in and out of curio shops, delis and diners, and the now-ubiquitous camping supply stores. Most were locals on a Tuesday morning, but even during the week Holly Creek got a few folks from away. On the weekends, especially now that the forested ridges were dressing up in their fall colors of fiery reds, sunny yellows, and brilliant oranges, all the shops would be crammed with would-be mount
