Chapter 58
Chapter Fifty Eight: — LAUREN HURRIED UP the long circular steps to Tim’s place. When they’d been kids, the home was a colorful mixtures of shapes, like the lake house had been built of Lego blocks with each one a different primary color. Now the outside was painted the sandstone colors of the rocky ribbons that striped the canyon walls down toward the lake. The home blended into its surroundings, almost disappearing to anyone above looking down. Tim took his time coming to the door. Not surprising. He often wrote at night and slept during the day. Lauren knocked again. When the door swung open, Tim was fully dressed and fully alert. He also didn’t look surprised to see her. He simply stepped back, held the door wide and waved her in. “Lucas is in the den.” Lauren walked slowly, tryi
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