It was the noise that woke her. Something is wrong. Something outside, in the dark. Anthony was sound asleep, mentally and physically exhausted, but her mind was still in overdrive. After climbing from their bed, she grabbed a robe and walked toward the window. The hulk of December's Wish, rocked gently against the dock, a darker form against the screen of an indigo sky. Thin moonlight filtered through the soft rain, running a white strip of illumination across the water, a restless silver ribbon.
But there was no movement between the house and the boat. No dark scuttling human form trespassing on their property. Still, it bothered her, and while she just wanted to jump back into bed and throw the covers over her head, she couldn't forget the night the garage had exploded. Danger was dang
