Epilogue
‘Your destination is on the right.’
Callan’s car rumbled to a halt.
Around them, a marshy peatland stretched with its pockets of water and grass.
It had been two weeks, and summer was past them. The air had grown colder and crisp, the trees losing their verdant freshness.
Aileen looked at her phone. ‘This is it.’ She pointed at the rocky fence between the road and the peatland beyond.
He’d finally had the courage to drive down to the address.
Looking around at the barren land, it made no sense. Was Candace mistaken?
Callan ran a hand through his hair and stared at it. Why were his hands shaking?
Aileen reached over. ‘Hey, I’m here.’
He swallowed. No, he wasn’t alone. There, in the middle of nowhere, under the blazing afternoon sun, nothing stirred.
What was Blaine do
