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Nope. I looked and it's just Chapter 1 and 2. If it's still an issue let me know and I'll take another look.
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The sight of the bar and hotel sent shivers up and down Bill's spine. The feeling of supernatural dread was far stronger than what he'd felt at the cabin in Michigan. Lane Hardy, everywhere you go, death follows. Up until now, Lane Hardy had been nothing more than a picture - a photoshoot of a young man with his dead lover, a man who looked like one of those goth models straight out of a tattoo magazine. Bill had taken the photograph from the cabin, so he could keep perspective. In
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He had many names: Dennis Lowager. Alan Finn, Donald Collins, multiple passports, multiple social security numbers. But none of these people truly existed. He was a ghost. His real name was Bill Vickers. These days he had to say it out loud just to remind himself what his actual name was. Bill took shelter beneath an umbrella. Rain pattered rapidly against the waterproof fabric. It was the kind of night where Bill would rather be inside, but he had to meet the boss. A stream of rain rolled
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Bill Vickers is a man with many names. He works for the government but what he does isn't so nice. For a long time he's been tracking the elusive Lane Hardy and finds him on Adermoor Cove. For a long time Lane Hardy has been on the run from the darkness and his own bloody past, but it seems the past as finally caught up with him.
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I'll take it has a compliment.
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Is that a good thing or a bad thing?
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The footage Moira had recorded on her phone played on the wall, a montage of horrific images: Lane was running for the cell door, his eyes bulging with a boyish look of terror; Ramona grabbing him by the throat and slamming him up against the wall. Carlos could almost fool himself into thinking it was some cheap horror movie, only he’d been there himself. Seen it with his own eyes. Lane sat in the chair beside him. His face showed no emotion. Only the dark look in his eyes and the stiffness
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The rumor of Ramona's return from death spread the way such news does through a place as small as Adermoor Cove: like wildfire. A stampede of townspeople crowded outside of Ramona's room, craning for a peek at the woman who had been presumed missing and then dead. The staff working at the hospital had a hell of a job shooing them away. The only people allowed to see Ramona were Moira, Carlos, Lane, and Scott and Anne Sterling. Anne actually fainted at the small glimpse of her daughter.
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While Lane and the others had been battling with the dark force possessing Ramona, the rest of the town had been enjoying the festival without any idea of what was going on. They were fucked, Carlos knew. There was no denying it. Though it wasn't really her fault, Ramona had made a mess of things. For one, Ted Magyer was lying dead on Lane Hardy's carpet back at the lighthouse, and secondly there was a huge mess at the police station. He had no choice but to call the mayor and an ambulanc
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Ramona stretched, first her arms and then her legs. She yawned. Lane thought of the way a cat stretches after it takes a short cat nap. Only this isn't one of those little docile house cats, he thought. This is a big cat. This is a fucking lion. The blanket wrapped around her chest fell away to reveal her breasts. There were scars on her belly, from where glass had cut into her when the bear had dragged her through the kitchen window back at the Sterling house. Lane resisted the urge to
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Moira could no longer be sure how much time had passed. The three of them had probably been standing there for only a minute or two but it felt more like ten. Her legs were shaking so bad it was difficult to stand, but she didn't dare step away from the huddled protection of Lane and Ted. For those few excruciating minutes, Ramona had given no further hints of where in the house she might be. Everyone was looking so intently at the door leading into the dining room they didn't think to loo
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Yes, basically that's what he's trying to say.
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The night of Oktoberfest was a cold one, but there was nothing that would get in the way of the town from celebrating the annual festival. Carlos, bundled in a thick black jacket, with the word SHERIFF labeled on the back, walked between the vendors and stalls. In his hand he held a Styrofoam cup of steaming apple cider. Everywhere he looked there were half familiar faces, the faces of people he'd grown up and gone to church with. Everyone in the police department, save Melvin the dis
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Moira was sore from the weekend she’d spent in the woods; she’d learned the discomforts of camping the hard way. Trying to sleep the first night had been a nightmare. Even in the colder months the woods were alive with moving things, heard, but not seen. Moira was hyper-aware of the crunch of dry leaves - in the back of her mind she knew it was just a rabbit or some harmless animal moving through the underbrush; but every time she heard something she found herself peering frantically into th
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Lane had been practicing, trying to hone his skills. He started out with candles, making them levitate through the air and spin around the room. Hey, look at this: A new magic trick. He found he could go quite a while before he began to get a headache, but discovered it wasn’t a good idea to keep going until his nose began to bleed. The day before he had pushed himself so hard his stomach was cramping painfully and it felt as if someone had caved his skull in with a hammer. But the tide was
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The tourists had finally left the island of Adermoor Cove in the wake of autumn. Though there were some who would never say so out loud, of the townsfolk who lived on the island year round, many were glad to have the town to themselves. Walking up the steps of the courthouse, Carlos Santino could sense the shift: the lack of traffic, the bored looks on the faces of shop owners and seasonal sales, the change of colors in the leaves. The town had been stripped bare to its foundation, its true self
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The people of Adermoor Cove vibrate with excitement in preparation for Oktoberfest. Carlos is now the sheriff of the town. Moira has gone back to teaching, when she is attacked. Lane Hardy and his friends must decide Ramona's fate once and for all. Can they save her or must they destroy her?
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Nora was still up when Carlos returned to the lighthouse. She was sitting in the rocking chair where Lane normally sat, with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders and a mug in her hand. He hovered at the bottom of the steps, uncertain of what to do, what to say. She was still a perfect stranger to him. Things had happened so fast since Lane had told him who she was there hadn’t been time to process that Lane’s mother, the woman sitting before him now, was here in Adermoor Cove. “How
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They were sitting together on the couch. Lane sat on the other side of the living room, in a chair. In a surprisingly calm voice Lane knew she used with her clients, Nora explained to Carlos and Moira the process of what she would be doing. Carlos frowned when she was finished, skeptical, but said nothing. Outside the house the storm continued to rage. Nora showed Lane the pendant she held in her hands. It was the same blood-red pendant she had used a year ago at the cabin in Michigan.
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It was going to storm again; according to the weather man it was supposed to rain for the next three days. Thunder clouds had amassed around the tower of the lighthouse as if the tower itself was an elemental magnet. The grey mass, like a bruise, only reflected the sense of melancholy that had come over Lane. He realized he was lonely, sick of the isolation. In Michigan it had been easy because he had Charlie and Charlie had been all he needed; on the road, in his car, he’d been too busy tr
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Nora had forgotten how beautiful the front of the island was; from a distance it looked like something you might see in a travel brochure. Had it looked this beautiful when Craig and she had come here twenty-four years ago? Yes, she remembered it had, even more so than it did now. It had been in 1995. Craig and Nora had stood on a ferry boat just like this one, looking at the island from across the water. She remembered the haunted expression on Craig's face. His eyes had been wide and dis
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Moira and Lane spoke little in the car. The mutual tension they felt was palpable as Lane drove down Donovan Road, towards a mission that could potentially be dangerous. Moira, more than anything, dreaded seeing Ramona's house. Even though it had only been a week and a half since the last time she'd seen it, it felt longer. More like a decade. She tried to distract herself, think of other things. Like how Lane had gotten this car for one, but Moira resisted the urge to ask. So she watched
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Carlos laid in bed, watching the steady rise and fall of Lane's chest. The younger man was lying on his side so the sun was at his back and Carlos could see his face. His eyes were closed; he appeared to be at peace. I could lay here all day and watch him sleep, Carlos thought, stretching. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had a man in his bed - definitely not since leaving Boston. There had been plenty of men in the city, sure, most of them one night stands. Carlos had tried da
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For the past decade Nora has done her best to keep Lane safe by keeping her secrets. Now, she realizes, the time has come for Lane to know the truth. Feeling a desperate need to attone, she travels to Adermoor Cove to reconcile with her son.
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I don’t want you here. Those were the last words Nora Hardy’s son had said to her - and they stung like hell. She understood why he’d said them for she had more than earned them. But when your child spurned you, whether you brought them into this world yourself or you’d adopted them, for a mother there was no greater sense of shame. She’d spent the last ten minutes sitting in her chair, either looking at the phone sitting on top of her desk or out at Indianapolis’s skyline. When she’d
