Chapter 37
Annie lay on a lounge chair looking at the sky with its puffy, Please Don’t Squeeze the Charmin type clouds and the boat-to-boat covered lake. The afternoon sun beat in through the screen porch. A hot, lazy day. In the middle of the lake, kids jumped off and swam around a stationary raft. Life appeared to be a typical, normal vacation day in the Two-Lake Countries today.
Please Don’t Squeeze the Charmin Annie didn’t think her life would ever get back to normal, before someone either drove a bullet through her head, strangled her, or successfully drowned her. A paradoxical thought for a beautiful place like this. Beautiful Lake Nager. Swimming, camping, hiking and murder. Oh yeah. Just great.
Mark and Annie had driven home from the upper lake around six in the morning. When sh
