Still, even though I went back to Once in a Blue Moon and dutifully took down the “Be Back At” sign — and hid my half-eaten chicken salad wrap under the counter when a few tourists actually did wander in — I couldn’t quite ignore my itchy feet. Something was telling me I needed to get out.
Okay, then. I’d stay open for a while longer, but close early. Not too early, but early enough there would still be some daylight.
Daylight for what?
I got a quick flash in my mind — a fast-moving creek with grasses hanging over its bank, and the lush, fresh green of cottonwood trees in the background. A blink, and the image was gone.
Even as the question began to form in my mind, I realized what I’d seen.
The place where Lucien Dumond had died.
Oh, hell no, I told myself. Bad enough you’re a suspe
