She reached out a hand, placing it over his. “Noah Sanders, you stick to your own story. It’s safer that way. But much like what happened to me, you need to prepare for whatever happens. Your arrival in Cane’s Inlet has unleashed something. Something bad. I knew it the moment I met you, which is why I pushed you, why I wanted to know what you were up to. For all of our common good. I know it’s nothing sinister, you’re too decent for that. Doesn’t mean other people in Cane’s Inlet will feel the same way. Watch yourself, front and back.”
These were chilling words, and they were the last she said to him that day. He excused himself, got out of the Bel Air, only to watch her peel out of the driveway. Again, he was faced with evidence of her reckless driving, as though her inner self was in co
