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“So, I’m a prisoner. Or is this where someone shoots me and you lose my body?”
Jeremy looked at Taz, but couldn’t make sense of her question, “What are you talking about?”
Taz waved a hand around them.
Jeremy looked. The sun was setting over Vancouver Island, filling the skies above Miranda’s island with dark reds rather than the usual soft summer golds. The red was probably due to the lingering smoke and airborne ash from the smoldering remnants of the wildfire just a handful of miles to the southwest. He shrugged, still not understanding what she meant.
“Okay, it’s not a desert island and there’s no sand to bury me under, but it might as well be. It’s an island, surrounded by freezing water with wicked currents.”
Jeremy had never thought of it as a trap. Instead, it was where th
