A single spotlight mounted near the roof at the far end of the deck facing the woods provided the only illumination, a faint golden glow, enough to discern objects but not enough to differentiate subtle variations in color or texture. I slouched down so the water came up to my chin. It was deliciously sultry. I pressed my back against the jet, allowing the pulsating water to massage my spine. The night was clear and silent and cold. We could have been the only two people on earth. “Did you have a good time tonight?” Ty asked. “Not really. I’m preoccupied.” “You missed some fun.” “I know. I liked Reggie.” “Me, too.” I leaned back and closed my eyes. “Do you want to go cross-country skiing tomorrow?” Ty asked. “No. I want to track down Thomas and Becca’s former neighbors.” “You sure know how to show a guy you kidnap a good time.” I opened my eyes. “I’m sorry.” “I was joking,” Ty said. “I know. Still, I’m sorry.” “You’re tired.” “Very.”
