As the evening shadows turned into a blanket of darkness, the family were ready to make their way to Fontana’s, the only restaurant in Brownstone. It was a short walk from the hotel, just half a mile up on the other side of the road. Beau, always one to march to the beat of his own drum, was running late as usual, so when the family was ready to leave he was just stepping out of the shower.
“I’ll meet you up there,” he called when Thomas knocked on the door to his room.
“Will do,” Thomas replied, turning and shrugging his shoulders at his mother.
Beau left his room twenty minutes later. As he turned around he thought he saw something moving in the shadows. He squinted, trying to see whatever it was by the light of the verandah lights.
“Hello?” he called out, but there was no reply.
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