Chapter 27
Blue sky and white clouds provided a canvas for a sun that radiated colors of orange and violet. Annie wished she had a camera. She’d simply have to photograph it in her mind. She sat next to Mark in a cabin’s chair as he slowed the boat to a troll.
“Over there.” Mark pointed to a burned-out shell of an old mansion. “That was built in the early 1900’s. The late owners had converted it into a hotel and restaurant that rivaled the Campbell Inn. About a year ago, the place burned to the ground. Arson.”
Annie checked it out as they passed. “Shame. Does anyone have any ideas as to who started the fire?”
“We suspected the owners, but they’d been out of town at the time. There were others that would have had motives, but nobody will say their names out loud. I have my suspicions, b
