in the rock.
What had happened to Tommy had been an accident, a twist of fate that he’d brought on himself. Part of her understood what Josh didn’t. She could see the senselessness and randomness of Tommy’s death. It could easily happen again. Only this time it could be Josh.
As her feet touched the sand again, she heard the sound. The wind was calmer tonight, the sound carrying father and growing clearer as the plane approached.
Shelby crouched down in a crevice of rocks as she listened to the plane draw closer. It was approaching low and from the east just as it had before.
In the darkness, the only distinguishable marking were the small marker lights and the shadowy outline of large landing pontoons.
The plane moved low over the cove before making a sharp turn and heading back again over the open water. A shiver ran through her. She wanted to make sure she watched everything, taking in every note, every detail.
One thing was clear. She hadn’t been imagining she’d seen the other night. There really had been something out there.
The roar of the engines echoing off the rocks deafened her as she strained to hear above it, listening for a splash. The plane circled the cove once more and then headed back out over the water, hugging the shoreline.
Shelby crept down from her hiding place as the sound of the plane died out. She’d hoped to get answers to some of her questions, but there was nothing clear about what she’d seen. Whatever was going on was still a mystery.
The smart thing to do would be to call the Sheriff and let him know what she’d seen. But what could she tell him? She knew nothing more than a suspicious plane had circled the cove. It was probably nothing more then some idiot out practicing his night flying?
Shelby was still mulling over what she’d seen the next morning as Roe and John Henry grumbled about the strange happenings that been witnessing, happenings that she’d discounted as their eccentric ramblings.
As the old men gathered over their morning coffee, there wasn’t a soul who didn’t have an opinion on the odd comings and going. They’d been speculating for weeks, but up until now she’d just credited it to the substantial gossip network running through the harbor.
In a town like Chandler, small things had a tendency to get bigger, as stories were told and retold until they became monumental. She’d never been one to pay much attention to what was being pushed about, but after last night she had to admit that maybe there was something to it this time.
She thought again about mentioning the plane sighting to someone, but to whom? The Sheriff? He’d only suggest she get more sleep and stay off the point at night. She could mention it to her uncle, but right now he was too busy chasing after Josh to worry about her late night sightings.
No, she’d keep her mouth shut and her eyes open. If it happened again she’d tell someone then.
Pushing at the ancient keys of the old manual cash register, Shelby totaled up the order Marianne had asked her to deliver. The elderly, arthritic artist lived in a secluded home out on the point with only her cat for company. Marianne had enough money to hire someone to look after her, but she’d lived alone for so long she refused to call upon anyone for help.
Shelby looked up from the pile of cat food in time to see her newest boarder come striding into the store. He waved a hand in greeting and gave her one of those smiles that set her heart beating faster.
All morning long, she’d tried hard to convince herself that her interest in Jamie Rivard was simple curiosity. It was her imagination at best. But now, seeing him there, larger-than-life, she wasn’t quite sure it was mere curiosity.
“Good morning. I trust you slept well?” She forced a smile and leveled what she hoped was a polite, but disinterested look in his direction. It was a mistake. He wasn’t wearing the sunglasses today, and as he walked toward her she was
What had happened to Tommy had been an accident, a twist of fate that he’d brought on himself. Part of her understood what Josh didn’t. She could see the senselessness and randomness of Tommy’s death. It could easily happen again. Only this time it could be Josh.
As her feet touched the sand again, she heard the sound. The wind was calmer tonight, the sound carrying father and growing clearer as the plane approached.
Shelby crouched down in a crevice of rocks as she listened to the plane draw closer. It was approaching low and from the east just as it had before.
In the darkness, the only distinguishable marking were the small marker lights and the shadowy outline of large landing pontoons.
The plane moved low over the cove before making a sharp turn and heading back again over the open water. A shiver ran through her. She wanted to make sure she watched everything, taking in every note, every detail.
One thing was clear. She hadn’t been imagining she’d seen the other night. There really had been something out there.
The roar of the engines echoing off the rocks deafened her as she strained to hear above it, listening for a splash. The plane circled the cove once more and then headed back out over the water, hugging the shoreline.
Shelby crept down from her hiding place as the sound of the plane died out. She’d hoped to get answers to some of her questions, but there was nothing clear about what she’d seen. Whatever was going on was still a mystery.
The smart thing to do would be to call the Sheriff and let him know what she’d seen. But what could she tell him? She knew nothing more than a suspicious plane had circled the cove. It was probably nothing more then some idiot out practicing his night flying?
Shelby was still mulling over what she’d seen the next morning as Roe and John Henry grumbled about the strange happenings that been witnessing, happenings that she’d discounted as their eccentric ramblings.
As the old men gathered over their morning coffee, there wasn’t a soul who didn’t have an opinion on the odd comings and going. They’d been speculating for weeks, but up until now she’d just credited it to the substantial gossip network running through the harbor.
In a town like Chandler, small things had a tendency to get bigger, as stories were told and retold until they became monumental. She’d never been one to pay much attention to what was being pushed about, but after last night she had to admit that maybe there was something to it this time.
She thought again about mentioning the plane sighting to someone, but to whom? The Sheriff? He’d only suggest she get more sleep and stay off the point at night. She could mention it to her uncle, but right now he was too busy chasing after Josh to worry about her late night sightings.
No, she’d keep her mouth shut and her eyes open. If it happened again she’d tell someone then.
Pushing at the ancient keys of the old manual cash register, Shelby totaled up the order Marianne had asked her to deliver. The elderly, arthritic artist lived in a secluded home out on the point with only her cat for company. Marianne had enough money to hire someone to look after her, but she’d lived alone for so long she refused to call upon anyone for help.
Shelby looked up from the pile of cat food in time to see her newest boarder come striding into the store. He waved a hand in greeting and gave her one of those smiles that set her heart beating faster.
All morning long, she’d tried hard to convince herself that her interest in Jamie Rivard was simple curiosity. It was her imagination at best. But now, seeing him there, larger-than-life, she wasn’t quite sure it was mere curiosity.
“Good morning. I trust you slept well?” She forced a smile and leveled what she hoped was a polite, but disinterested look in his direction. It was a mistake. He wasn’t wearing the sunglasses today, and as he walked toward her she was
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