CHAPTER 3
Luckily for me, getting the supplies wasn't the only task I had on my list for Wednesday. After putting everything away and sweeping all the clumps of snow we had dragged in back out of the mudroom, I put my jacket and hat back on and headed back out to the road.
But this time I kept going, following the southern branch back towards Villmark.
But not all the way to the town proper. No, my destination was my own second home, tucked away in the woods just north of town.
Imagine, a starving artist with two gorgeous homes on the North Shore. I'm lucky, I know.
This one was a cottage in a clearing left to me by an artist who had turned out to be a murderer. I had caught him with the help of Thorbjorn and his brothers. His trial on the hilltop with an audience of trolls had been m
