SANDON HAD HER RUN the boat up to a short dock at the back of an inlet off the big lake. The nearest cottage was high on a hill with a thick ridge of trees between it and the water. Brita’s gaze scanned the area as Sandon nudged Brick to climb out and secure the boat to the dock.
Nothing moved. The watery offshoot was narrow and dark, with a dense cover of trees that spilled pollen onto the mud-colored water’s surface and turned evening to night in the blink of an eye.
All of the cottages were set back, away from the water, and Brita doubted anyone would even notice them that time of night. Unfortunately Sandon had chosen his spot well.
Pain erupted between her shoulder blades as their surly captor jammed Brick’s gun into her. “Turn it off and climb out. Keep your hands where I can see
