The pedal was no use now that the car had begun to chug and lurch. Very soon, the sleek black sedan’s engine would cut out entirely, stranding her, the hapless female motorist, on a long gravel drive following the lakeshore. Right on cue, the engine stalled. Gravel popped beneath the tires as the car rolled to a stop mere feet from a gate breaking a long line of vine-covered fence. Amanda draped an arm over the steering wheel and leaned forward in the seat, peering into the woods. Past the fence, hiding from a brilliant afternoon sun inside a phalanx of pine and oak trees, stood Haynes House. A solid rectangle of native stone, wood and glass, it was the oldest building on the Fantasy Heights resort, built nearly two-hundred years ago. Waiting inside was her mystery client. Amanda hadn’t worked up the courage to find out who he really was. Asking questions could endanger her job, or at the very least, cost her this client.
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