He shuddered, but not from the rain that was falling. Just from thinking of having to drag the dead weight.
I should have tried anyway. Restlessly, he started pacing in front of the chalet.
Hell, he could even look in that direction.
"This is killing me," he spoke out loud, and then the irony of what he had just said made him laugh nervously. "I'll go crazy'" he mumbled. "No, calm yourself down," he told himself. "You've had six months to prepare for this day. You can do it."
Turning resolutely, he walked quickly into the chalet, almost knocking over Deb as she came out with a cup of coffee.
"Huh, sorry, Deb." He tried to smile, but his thoughts were screaming, Who will it be? Who will it be?
Absentmindedly, he picked at the scab on his face. Think about the great new season we're going to have; think about something else. But in the back of his mind the question still rose like a bobber to the surface. Who will it be? Who will find the body first?
Deb watched him go, her gaze puzzled, and then, turning, she went back to help the others.
Table of Contents
Dedication
PROLOGUE
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty One
Chapter Twenty Two
Epilogue
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