Nick drove back to the village in a daze. He collected his few things, and carefully packed the diaries. Then he headed for Westbrook. The four-hour drive meant he’d arrive well after midnight, but there was no way he was going to wait until morning. He needed answers from Carson, and he needed them now.
The sky was clear when Nick left Mount Morton, but he was soon driving into a storm. Normally he broke up the long trip by stopping halfway, but on this occasion he drove straight through. Drowsiness wouldn’t be a factor tonight. He doubted he’d ever sleep again.
It was after two in the morning when Nick arrived at Westbrook. He unpacked quickly at the cottage, leaving the diaries in the car until the rain eased. Then he drove up to the main house. All was in darkness, as it should be at
