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53After lunch, Becca perched at a slatted picnic table in a small grove of trees about one-hundred yards from the inn's northern-most cabin. She sketched the view opposite the mountain cliffs, a cloudless blue sky above the enormous dam that sported a string of gunmetal-gray sluices. Great flumes of water were being discharged into the river. The gauzy torrents tossed droplets into the air creating a rainbow in the mist. “Becca!” Gaby called as she walked toward the table. Because of the din emanating from the dam, Becca didn't hear her. Gaby placed a hand on the younger woman's shoulder. Becca jolted and turned. Then she put her pencil on the table. “Didn't mean to frighten you. You have a call.” She held out the phone. Becca's stomach fell and she thought she might be ill. He'd found