FEBRUARY 1
Cassidy parked the car and pounded a fist against the steering wheel. The horn blared and she’d have jumped out of the seat if it hadn’t been for the seat belt.
Once again she glanced at the GPS. The “current position” and “destination” coordinates were superimposed. The coordinates matched the numbers on the envelope sitting beside the stick shift. She looked out her windshield. No question, that was it. The Alki Point lighthouse stood barely a dozen yards off the main beach road. She’d even found a parking spot right in front of the gate. Over two thousand dollars of hiking clothes and hour upon hour learning how to use the GPS in case she ever got lost again.
And there was the lighthouse in plain view down a little garden path.
She tossed her stupid alien-manufactured rai
