He even helped with the breakfast dishes, perhaps to make amends for the previous night. Maybe he was remembering she had almost left once already. In any case, in some indirect way he seemed to be apologizing for his behavior. He said he hadn’t gotten any mousetraps because the mercantile was out. “I met the game warden yesterday,” Sevana said, handing him a plate to rinse. “He wants us to let him know if we see anyone around, any strange cars parked, that kind of thing.” “I think he’s chasing ghosts,” said Fenn. “Nobody’s going to waste their time trapping this time of year. But he says he’s seen a lot of oddball things in his line of work and hasn’t ruled it out.” “I thought I saw a light moving somewhere down by the river after he left.” “Probably Randall taking a look around.” “Maybe…but he was on his way upriver when I saw him. Maybe he stopped on the way back.” There was still a box of groceries on the counter, a sack of potatoes on the floor.
