CHAPTER 111: A BRAWLING BULLY

Leigh wiped the sweat from her face with a towel and turned up the speed on the Amoteh's treadmill. As a representative of a sportswear company, she wanted a healthy, well toned body.

The exercise room overlooked the shoreline with the setting sun skimming the Pacific's swells, the waves frothing at the brown sand. She had a clear view of the solitary man facing toward Deadman's Rock and Strawberry Hill. Leigh had hear of "survivor's guilt." Did Jarek miss his wife so much that he couldn't release his guilt for living when she had died?

Leigh checked her vital signs and knew that no amount of exercise was going to wipe Jarek from her mind, or her body.

She slowed, then turned off the machine and walked to the massive windows overlooking the shore. She placed her hand against the glass still warm from the sun and shook her head.

Leigh couldn't afford Jarek, he could unbalance the world she'd built so carefully.