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    ‘Well,’ she thought, ‘at least all three married men, my husband, Ross, and Harlan, are separated. That’s something, I guess.’ Dana had a life-long policy of not messing around with married men. Messing with married men lined up too many people to get hurt, including herself.

    She sighed and looked out to sea. Nothing new.

    She had no idea what was going on with Peggy and the Roseate, or with Ami, Ross or Harlan. Or, for that matter, with Garrett, Glenn and the others.

    She wondered where Ross had been when he was supposed to have been taking her to dinner.

    She wished she could go back to camp, gather her things and leave. Quickly. If she only knew where she was.

    She had arrived by boat. But the house was not on an island, was it? Or was it? If not, could she walk or hitchhike back to camp and go north further?

    She wished she had a smart phone. She wished she had a GPS with her.

    She decided to brave the cats and look for a computer in Ami’s house. She wasn’t sure if it was appropriate for her to go into Ami’s house when Ami wasn’t there, but decided she would, anyway. She found a computer in an alcove office just off the dining room. The desk was as messy as the rest of the house. Christmas tinsel garlands still hung over crooked art on the walls.

    A cat was sleeping on the chair and another on a pile of papers on the desk. She gently set the cat from the chair onto another chair, hoping it would continue to sleep. It looked at her indignantly with one eye, yawned a huge yawn, and laid its head back on its paws.

    Dana worried that there would be a password on the computer, but when she touched the mouse, the monitor lit up almost instantly. She looked around for something on the desk with Ami’s address and then plugged the address in to the Google maps. She was delighted to see that the campground wasn’t far from Ami’s house, less than five miles. She could walk that easily.

    She studied the map to be sure she had her bearings, dragged out a piece of paper from the trash, wrote a note to Ross and Ami, left a $20 bill she wasn’t sure she could spare to help replace the flowers and the railing, and hit the road.

    Her intention was to collect her gear, and even though she paid for the night and head north. Way north. Maybe find a logging road in the woods somewhere, rather than a campground, somewhere no one could find her.

    She hadn’t walked more than a mile when a truck rocketed around a sharp curve straight toward her. She leaped into the bushes, and truck pulled up beside her. As the door to the truck opened, she backed deeper into the bushes.

    She was ready to bolt blindly into the dark woods.

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