Shannon took a hot shower, then donned her research volunteer attire and walked into the living room of the cabin. She had slept in much later than she had wanted to. It was already after nine o’clock and all the other volunteers were sitting around the dining room table with Max Falkoski. All the living volunteers.
livingIt was a morbid thought. There was no indication anything had happened to Paul. In all likelihood, he simply left town. For all she knew, Joe Kirtley might even be alive, although she seriously doubted it. The FBI man had hit him good.
She couldn’t believe it was actually sunny again. Two days in a row. Not bad for Northern Minnesota. The light streamed in through the huge picture window, offering the prospect of hope and good fortune. If things didn’t improve quickly,
