Part Three: Wet Heat
The Story Ends
Peyton Gerard signed her name to the lease agreement and accepted the key ring the real estate secretary handed to her.
"Do you need a map or anything?" the woman asked. She had introduced herself as Willa Getchell. "Directions to where you're going?"
"No." Peyton smiled. "I know exactly where I'm going. My family used to summer here."
"Oh, how nice." Her smile was immediately replaced by a look of distress. "I'm really sorry Eileen isn't here. She always likes to handle these things herself."
"I'm positive it will be fine with her," Peyton reassured her. "She probably just got held up on her last appointment."
"She must be out of cell range." Willa twisted her hands nervously. "I called and texted her, but she didn't answer me."
"She'll be happy
