Chapter 13
Log cabins creak. In the middle of the night, with the shifting of the wind, with the load of winter snow, the cabin would make its noises. Kitka had long since grown used to them. But something was different, he thought as he woke up in the middle of the night. It wasn't the creaking of the house settling or bending to the demands of Alaskan weather. Someone was in the house.
Candace, he remembered suddenly, and relaxed. He wasn't used to having house guests, at least, not house guests who didn't share his bed. She probably got up to get a glass of water or use the bathroom or something.
He listened for further sounds. There were none of the expected: no flushing sounds, no running tap water. He frowned. Silently he got up, pulled on a pair of jeans, and got his gun from the
