Chapter 2
‘Happy?’ Kelliann asked sarcastically.
Presley wasn’t. Her gut was rarely wrong and she had trusted it enough to follow Kelliann out to the deserted lake. She gave the front room of the cabin a last glance, trying to pinpoint some little clue as to why Kelliann had chosen to come out there, hoping to spot a stray slipper, a sock, but finding only the small feathers of cold air blowing through the cracks around the old wooden frame surrounding the window and the endless dustiness.
Kelliann began to fidget nervously and her gaze kept darting to the closed door that lay off the living room. Presley turned from her inspection and the sight of that furtive gaze triggered her instincts. She strode toward the door and instantly Kelliann moved to block her, a mistake that made Presle
