Chapter Thirty-Three
Anne
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Anne was tired by the time she made it back to Shore Lake. She landed in the woods, near Victor’s cabin, and approached it cautiously. When she stumbled upon the dead body next to the garage, she sucked in her breath.
Drake.
No wonder he wasn’t calling Victor back...
She noticed his head lying several feet away, and shuddered. She had no idea who had killed him, and didn’t believe it was any of Victor’s men. Not when Drake worked for him. She wondered if it was Nikki or Duncan.
Sighing, she turned around, flew up to the balcony, and stepped inside. Glancing wistfully at the bed where her daughter had once slept peacefully before all of the craziness, she went to her old bedroom and removed the bottom drawer from the dresser. Under it, she’d taped a
