CHAPTER SIXTY-SIX
An hourlong trail hike above the cliffs of Dover was pleasant and distracting. White clouds tumbling above the waves of the English Channel. Gulls riding the updraft beyond the bluff. The intermittent whistle of a train in the distance and the bellow of cattle nearby. No cadavers. No vampyres.
The screen on the elliptical flashed, the bucolic scenery replaced by digits alternating between Metric and Imperial. Five miles. Four-hundred calories burned. Rachel pumped the treads for a few more minutes to push the burn up, her legs and arms aching, her mind clear and alert. Then she stepped from the machine and headed toward the locker rooms, sweating through the tank top she’d borrowed from Aubrey, XXL and baggy, with Knowledge is stronger than memory emblazoned across the
