My thoughts were unprintable. These were the last people I wanted to see. And there was no getting out of it. There were three men in camp, and all were staring right at me. Dan, blond Steve, and a third, shorter man with brown hair, whom I didn't recognize. I was covered in mud, I was in a foul ...
Old San Jose Road follows Soquel Creek up toward the distant blue ridgeline of the Santa Cruz Mountains, winding through narrow canyons full of redwoods and emerging into sunny meadows. Gunner lived at Kristin Griffith's place, in just such a meadow, at the end of a long driveway with a whiteboar...
Blue had taken Mac to the homeschool group, which met on Tuesdays and Fridays. After that Blue was going to a bagpipe lesson and then picking Mac up again. No one would wonder where I was until midafternoon. I had plenty of time for some observation on the ridge. I did not question why I was so d...
Populated largely by university students, professors, alumni, and employees, I assumed. No doubt the developments were a boon to construction contractors, real estate agents, and local merchants, but they were not an asset to the scenery. Slowly but surely the ugly new tract houses and condos wer...
Concerned faces peered down at me as I rose to the surface. Strangers' faces. Male. I stared blankly at them with a rush of fear. Who were these people? Who was I? Tears rose up in my eyes and rolled down my cheeks. A female face joined the male ones. Blond hair, somehow familiar. I could feel a ...
There was a note on the table in his neat printing. I'm at work. Call me if you need me. Mountain Dave called. The two horses came out of the park at Summit Road. Dave hasn't talked to the cyclist named John yet, but he says he'll keep looking. And Dave absolutely will not talk to the police. Lov...
I don't know what Lisa or, for that matter, Susan said to convince him, but he ordered Al to give all the teams their money back and told everybody to go home. It was unprecedented. There would, I knew, be a lot of talk. Lisa came to collect me as Lonny was loading our hor...
Dr. Alan Todd had a cancellation. He would see me tomorrow evening at five. Wonderful. And yet, despite my reservations, I did feel better. At least I was doing something about this damn depression. Right now I was on my way to Nicole Devereaux's, and I was feeling pretty ...
Belting out "Red River Valley" as I started doing the dishes, I was grateful for Bret's conspicuous absence. I can't carry a tune, but I like to sing-when I'm alone. Judging by the sleeping bag and piles of clothes scattered around the living room, I wasn't done with my boarder yet. He'd probably...