Strangers in the night ...

Just as the sun began to rise, the pre-dawn stillness was interrupted by the throaty hum of a motorcycle. A lone rider sped along the gravel road heading toward the Lodge. He'd been riding all night and hadn't seen a living soul since he'd left the main road and entered the woods—that didn't mean he hadn't been noticed. A watcher had been tracking him from her vantage point on the cliffs high above the road.