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Authors: Ciara Gold, Michael Davis
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suggesting this venue for my art. I love all these fall events.” She closed the trailer door and checked the lock mechanism for the hitch.
Rose smiled. “You’re welcome, but I should be thanking you for being a valuable client whose sense of color and composition outshines the other local competition. Your talent amazes me.”
“You’re good for my ego.” Lilah leaned over and wrapped her arms about Rose. The older woman and manager of The Soul Full Gallery returned the hug, leaving a lingering trail of Estee Lauder perfume.
“Okay, enough. We need to wrap this up. I’ve got a hot date with Sam from the floral shop. He’s taking me to a ritzy joint in Bristol.” Rose bolted for her silver Buick LaSabre and made quick work of getting in, starting the ignition, and driving off.
Lilah laughed, loving the older woman’s zest for life. She was one of the few people in the area that knew her true identity. Perhaps she should have confided her concerns about the hit man to Rose. On the other hand, she didn’t want to cause the woman needless worry. Until Lilah had further information on the man, she’d keep the information to herself.
Nine
Thirty minutes ‘til eight. Still on standby ‘til nine.
Reece raced the little fourteen-foot jonboat out the cove and halfway down the creek; his heart accelerating with each meter as he drew closer to his destination.
I do love a mystery.
Straight across from Miller’s old barn, he stopped the motor, and the boat glided another twenty yards before coming to a halt midway in the channel. He studied the photo on his cell phone, then the red building half way up the hill.
Not far enough.
Reece used the paddle to advance another thirty yards along the length of Bear Creek.
This should be it.
The angle on the fallen door appeared right. Just like in the picture, he could see all the way through the barn and out the loft window to the barren dead oak tree in the backyard.
Remarkable detail. I can even see the chain and hook dangling from the lift. A truly gifted artist.
Reece turned his gaze one hundred eighty degrees to triangulate on the potential site of his targeted subject. Directly within the line of sight depicted in the image were two possible candidates for the painter’s location.
Your secret hiding place is about to be busted, Carmen.
The new, two-story house to the left looked out of kilter to the view required for capturing such detail.
This lady clearly paints from a large vista, not a small side window.
He considered the second possibility, the old, single-floor, log cabin built thirty years ago before the commercial growth around the lake. The enormous double picture window was an anomaly for the rustic exterior flair of the fishing lodge style dwelling, yet perfect for the keen eye of a talented artist.
Bingo, Got ya. Now what do I do?
A visit was in order, but not yet. First, he’d do a little spying of his own.
Need to investigate what I’m dealing with before we hook horns.
Reece turned the boat around, headed back to his dock, and tied to the floater. He marched forty-three steps up the mild climb to his cedar planked porch and examined the small cabin two hundred yards up the creek to the right.
Binoculars won’t do it. Going to need my telescope to make out her face.
He entered the house, walked past the unfinished jigsaw puzzle on the card table and the triple Decker shelf of suspense and mystery novels, then removed the stargazer tripod with scope from the closest.
Damn thing’s dirty as hell.
Reece stole a dark green towel from the adjacent bathroom on the first floor and dusted the device.
Been a while since I’ve had you out on a mission.
He flung the cloth over his shoulder, carried the telescope unit upstairs and started to set up next to his main window.
Don’t be stupid. This close and someone will report you as a peeping tom.
He backed into the kitchen, pulled one of the stools to the inside of the
Rose smiled. “You’re welcome, but I should be thanking you for being a valuable client whose sense of color and composition outshines the other local competition. Your talent amazes me.”
“You’re good for my ego.” Lilah leaned over and wrapped her arms about Rose. The older woman and manager of The Soul Full Gallery returned the hug, leaving a lingering trail of Estee Lauder perfume.
“Okay, enough. We need to wrap this up. I’ve got a hot date with Sam from the floral shop. He’s taking me to a ritzy joint in Bristol.” Rose bolted for her silver Buick LaSabre and made quick work of getting in, starting the ignition, and driving off.
Lilah laughed, loving the older woman’s zest for life. She was one of the few people in the area that knew her true identity. Perhaps she should have confided her concerns about the hit man to Rose. On the other hand, she didn’t want to cause the woman needless worry. Until Lilah had further information on the man, she’d keep the information to herself.
Nine
Thirty minutes ‘til eight. Still on standby ‘til nine.
Reece raced the little fourteen-foot jonboat out the cove and halfway down the creek; his heart accelerating with each meter as he drew closer to his destination.
I do love a mystery.
Straight across from Miller’s old barn, he stopped the motor, and the boat glided another twenty yards before coming to a halt midway in the channel. He studied the photo on his cell phone, then the red building half way up the hill.
Not far enough.
Reece used the paddle to advance another thirty yards along the length of Bear Creek.
This should be it.
The angle on the fallen door appeared right. Just like in the picture, he could see all the way through the barn and out the loft window to the barren dead oak tree in the backyard.
Remarkable detail. I can even see the chain and hook dangling from the lift. A truly gifted artist.
Reece turned his gaze one hundred eighty degrees to triangulate on the potential site of his targeted subject. Directly within the line of sight depicted in the image were two possible candidates for the painter’s location.
Your secret hiding place is about to be busted, Carmen.
The new, two-story house to the left looked out of kilter to the view required for capturing such detail.
This lady clearly paints from a large vista, not a small side window.
He considered the second possibility, the old, single-floor, log cabin built thirty years ago before the commercial growth around the lake. The enormous double picture window was an anomaly for the rustic exterior flair of the fishing lodge style dwelling, yet perfect for the keen eye of a talented artist.
Bingo, Got ya. Now what do I do?
A visit was in order, but not yet. First, he’d do a little spying of his own.
Need to investigate what I’m dealing with before we hook horns.
Reece turned the boat around, headed back to his dock, and tied to the floater. He marched forty-three steps up the mild climb to his cedar planked porch and examined the small cabin two hundred yards up the creek to the right.
Binoculars won’t do it. Going to need my telescope to make out her face.
He entered the house, walked past the unfinished jigsaw puzzle on the card table and the triple Decker shelf of suspense and mystery novels, then removed the stargazer tripod with scope from the closest.
Damn thing’s dirty as hell.
Reece stole a dark green towel from the adjacent bathroom on the first floor and dusted the device.
Been a while since I’ve had you out on a mission.
He flung the cloth over his shoulder, carried the telescope unit upstairs and started to set up next to his main window.
Don’t be stupid. This close and someone will report you as a peeping tom.
He backed into the kitchen, pulled one of the stools to the inside of the
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