Epilogue 1February
Killian stepped out into the snowy, tree-lined main street of Swan Harbor. The low-rising shops and restaurants up and down each side were quaint and much different from what he'd expected. But not as contrasting as the muted sounds. Horns, sirens and the buzz of conversation were in short supply.
His eyes were drawn to a woman stepping from the diner across the way.
“b****y hell,” he whistled. Her strawberry-gold hair and emerald coat stood out against the white of the snow and, unconsciously, he turned in her direction.
She was speaking to someone on the phone and based on the smile on her face, it was someone she knew well. He was surprised but pleased when she bypassed the parking lot and continued on, her footfalls sure and steady.
With his black hair, bright b
