“The Carpathians.” A new voice boomed from outside.
Who was that? As sad as her memories were, she wanted to be alone with them for a while, but heavy footsteps crunched the gravel.
“No mountain range is more beautiful, nor can conjure up such tales of intrigue and horror,” the voice said.
“Well, hello,” Alex said from the porch. “Figured I might run into you some time or other. You’re a little late to be our bodyguard. We’ve already been stalked.”
Bodyguard? Might run into you? Who was this man, Alex knew?
Curious, Elena came out of the front bedroom and looked out the screen door.
“Hello,” the man said. He stood between the two rails on the top step looking through the screen at Elena.
The man in the lobby. Elena studied him. Before he appeared as a refugee from the streets, now,
