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The GPS led the way up and around the “subdivision” that was located on the Davis Mountain Ridge just northwest of Alpine. From what Bev could tell in the early evening light, there were no homeowner association or subdivision standards for this neighborhood. “Off the grid” definitely was the word for it.
She was beginning to wonder why she was making such an effort. No amount of professional acclaim was worth fighting off Hal all evening. Then again, everything had lost its appeal the last few days. She had even considered going back to Denver but that idea depressed her most of all.
She had called Sam and left messages begging, threatening and cursing him. She had gone to the courthouse in Fort Davis and spoken to his good friend, Goth Girl, and to the Sheriff’s office and spoken
