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The damned wind tore at my sides as I turned into Noblewood Reservoir. Only those familiar with the area would know the shortcut. Whether or not Ethan had ever used it, I didn’t know, but I’d hoped it would buy me some time. With the rain giving me a bug-eyed view as it splatted against my visor, I made a swerve to the right, onto the generous footpath that circled the water.
The one time I’d visited the airstrip, I’d made the mistake of doing so in the afternoon. The path had been so full of dogs being walked and pushchairs being pushed, I’d had to abandon the route. Total opposite of its emptiness as I rounded a bend onto the stretch leading to the visitor centre. Not a single pair of eyes glowed in my headlight, nor a single bush rustled with creatures racing from my approach. I co
