Chapter 14

Sitting there, waiting for the chill to leave his body before he considered leaving the snow globe, his gaze fell on the bed. The cabin had a cozy, calm hush to it and that bed looked awfully inviting. Dale crossed over to it and kicked off his shoes. Even if he managed to catch a nap, he doubted it would last more than an hour. Pulling a quilt over the top of himself, he closed his eyes

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The house seemed abnormally quiet. Riadh finished the task of sorting through the lower cabinets in the kitchen. Thirty years’ worth of bank statements for an account that seemed to be now closed, had been mixed with about a hundred recipes clipped from magazines and newspapers. He stacked the boxes and bags of paper and walked upstairs. Peeking in the bedrooms and the bathroom, he was mystified. Dale was nowhere in sight. Maybe the man had walked down the stairs when Riadh had been in the kitchen. Riadh went back down stairs and looked around, checking the basement, too. Nothing.