Shroud Of Fog: (A Cape Trouble Romantic Suspense Novel) - Plot & Excerpts
At first she huddled inside, sipping tea to combat the chill that had settled inside her, but eventually the sun did come out and she took her third cup of tea out onto the tiny brick patio in back. It was soothing listening to bees hum gently as they moved from bloom to bloom. Even more powerful than the fragrance of the roses was the smell of the ocean, salty and slightly fishy. The muted roar of the surf was constant, too, part of life here. She remembered how, after each summer spent here, she’d had trouble sleeping when they went home after Labor Day weekend. She’d felt the absence of the ocean’s rhythm as if some essential function of her own body had ceased. But after that summer – yes, After – she would forever find the sound to be ominous rather than soothing. The cottage was situated closer to the river than Sophie liked, and she’d been relieved to discover there was no view that direction. Coming and going, she wouldn’t have to look across the river at the row of cabins on the other side. She had become quite good on her occasional visits here to Cape Trouble at not seeing the old resort, the pier, the driftwood-tumbled banks of the river or the roll of sand dunes that, who knows why, had been formed by the Pacific ocean only on the south side of the river. Tourists, of course, made their way onto the dunes even though the land was marked No Trespassing out by the highway, but when had that ever stopped anyone? These were puny compared to the magnificent dunes by Florence, but were fun nonetheless for kids to slide down on pieces of cardboard or plastic disks. According to Aunt Doreen, the dunes and the native reeds that grew around them were sometimes torn up by ATVs. Sophie doubted the Cape Trouble patrol officers paid much attention to the long-abandoned resort, cut off as it was by the river from the rest of the town.
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