Chapter 14

Nighttime arrived, welcoming an abundance of fireflies and almost ten in the evening. A few lights hummed, hanging off the inn’s slanted rooftops, causing circles of limited illumination on the ground. Sticky heat dragged across the lawn. David was inside the main area of the house, working the books, cashing in his holiday earnings, hopefully preparing to pay me. I walked from the gazebo to the tool shed, tending an unused hose, placing it away in the tool shed, when a silver-white beam of light caught me directly in the eyes, and Radcliff’s familiar voice, deep and grating, called quietly through the semi-darkness, “Barker…Barker, is that you?”