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Griffin left Jake at the Last Chance, where he had a little apartment above the bar, with a spectacular view of mountain peaks. Then again, everywhere you looked in Rocky Peak there was beauty. He could appreciate it on one level, but at the same time, he spent much of his time here braced for a bad memory. They lurked behind every corner—like the spot where he used to catch the bus to the regional consolidated high school. Or the guardrail that marked the spot where his mother had driven off the road when he was fifteen.
He took that road now, speeding through the curves that wound up toward Rocky Peak Lodge at a good fifteen miles over the limit. Not only did he have complete faith in his driving skills, but no officer around here would give him a ticket for speeding. They’d be more
