Back on the cliffside, Elijah stood, a hand on his hip and his other bent, a dumbfounded look upon his face. “What the hell just happened?” he asked aloud.
“It seems to me that they took a dive, Elijah. Do you want me to trace them?” Naomi’s voice emanated from the treeline.
“It appears so. I didn’t think the fool would actually do it.” Elijah burst into laughter. Shaking his head, he turned around. The crunching of the gravel below him was the only sound as he made his way over to Naomi, who stood with her hands clasped together, her curled hair framing her face as her black blouse and trousers clung to her figure above black ankle-heeled boots. She bowed her head as he passed her.
“Naomi, I need you to do something for me. Violet is still around. That stubborn mother of mine won’t sto
