When Lonna and I walked over to investigate the source of the chuckle, we found no one, but two footprints indented the soft soil between the shrubs. They looked to be from men"s boots.
“Not modern shoes,” Lonna observed. “No pattern on the soles, at least not what you"d expect from a modern factory.”
“That makes it even stranger.”
She slid me a sly glance. “That"s something coming from you.”
I didn"t sense an insult, so I sighed. “That seems to be the order of the day.”
We turned and walked back toward the cottage under the brightening sky. With the golden light pouring through the windows, the place looked like a painting from a fairy tale.
Lonna rubbed her eyes, and I recalled she hadn"t slept in a day. “What are you going to do?”
“I had a strange dream when I napped earlier. Yes
