The wilderness of this place was whispering through her again, awakening her consciousness.After having lived in Manhattan, traveling the world, chasing her image of freedom, Muirinn finally realized how much she’d actually sacrificed. Deep down, she knew that everything she’d ever dreamed of was right here.But she’d needed to get beyond those granite peaks, transcend it all, see what lay beyond the horizons just to be able to return on her own terms. When she was ready.Except she hadn’t come back on her own terms.She’d come on Gus’s terms—the terms of his will.Muirinn drew up at Gate 7, the main entrance to the Tolkin property, and checked the odometer—15.4 miles since leaving home. That was how far Gus would have had to have hiked with his heart condition.Allegedly he’d done it about a month ago—in June. The weather would very likely have been warm, maybe even hot.She didn’t buy it.That, in turn, provoked another disturbing question—had someone brought him out here?
