He was back on the river, fishing rods out, and braced against the stern of the small cabin cruiser. He sat inside the cabin with a glass of wine close at hand and the heavy binoculars lying in his lap. Sitting motionlessly, his eyes played across the old hotel across the river resting high on the riverbank. The fishing boat was different. The spot where he anchored across from the hotel was slightly upstream. The disguise he wore was different than the last time. But after yesterday’s surprise he was not going to take any chances.
Thinking about yesterday made his spine tingle again with a creepy feeling of anticipation. Stepping out of the rental house and instantly feeling that unmistakable gut-wrenching tenseness of knowing someone was watching him he would never forget. And staring a
