CHAPTER TWENTY NINE
The man was pleased as the woman named Sally accompanied him the last few steps toward his RV. In glow of streetlamps that illuminated the swirling snow, he was again struck by her healthy, vigorous appearance.
That’s not going to last, he told himself.
Very soon, she’d be looking pale and weak, just like the others.
She’d seemed startled to see him just now when they met on the outdoor path.
I caught her off guard, he realized.
Of course, that had been part of his design. When she’d sat alone in the clubhouse sipping her drink, he’d been standing outdoors in the shadows for a while. Although he’d told her he’d meet her in that clubhouse, he’d never had any such intention.
Watching through the window, he’d observed her body language. He’d seen how she’d fingered
