Chapter 46

Enough. I turned from the window and decided to go outside. I took a brisk walk down the long drive in the evening’s heat to the iron gates at the entrance to the lakeside property. There I stood surrounded by night, humidity, and the August fog. A hooting owl welcomed me. Noisy crickets and capering lightning bugs played. I did not hear the sounds of two boys on a motorcycle in the neighborhood, though. Perhaps I was facing a lost cause, wasting my time. After realizing that Tacoma and his friend were not coming back anytime soon, and disgusted with the pair, I turned away from the gate and trotted back to the main house, mumbling swear words under my breath.

* * * *