by Cynthia Eden
The cabin was on the eastern edge of the lake, butted up to Fowler Mountain, where bigger houses dotted the mountain face, vacation homes and rentals that probably brought in a pretty penny for the landowner. She was renting from Alexander Quinn himself, however, so he’d given her a break on the rent in return for her putting in some hours as an assistant at The Gates.
That was her cover story, she knew. Quinn didn’t always like to share information even with people he had trusted enough to hire.
She parked her car on the gravel drive outside the cabin and cut the engine, sitting in the ensuing silence and just listening. Later in the summer, there would be families out on the water or inhabiting the cabins farther along the lakeshore, their happy cries and laughter drifting over the water to encroach on the quiet. But not yet. March was too cool for swimming, and most of the best spring fishing could be found in other parts of the lake, so boats rarely made it this far down the water.
Nobody knew she was here. She was as safe as she’d ever been.
So why, when she stepped out of the car and started toward the low front porch of the cabin, did she feel as if she were being watched?
Don’t be stupid, she scolded herself with an upward tilt of her chin. You’re Mara Caroline Jennings, and you don’t attract crazies the way your sister, Mallory, did.
She reached the porch and put her hand out to open the door.
But it was already opening.
A man dressed in dark forest camouflage stepped out on the porch and pushed a large pillowcase down over her head, wrapping her up in a tight grasp that squeezed the air right out of her lungs.
As she gasped for breath, trying feebly to struggle against the iron grip, she realized with a rush of fear that she’d never get away from Mallory Jennings, no matter how far she ran.
Copyright © 2015 by Paula Graves
ISBN-13: 9781460378694
Secrets
Copyright © 2015 by Cindy Roussos
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