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Chapter One
Oologah Lake
25 miles from Tulsa, Oklahoma
The present day
The August sun was still high above the trees by the time Erin
reached the cabin. The driver pulled the Cadillac Escalade to
a halt, got out and opened the back door for her.
Thanks, Joe, Erin said brightly, stepping down from the
car with her small backpack, which was all the luggage shed
brought.
You have yourself a great weekend, Miss Hayes, Joe
replied. You got the number, right? Just call me whenever
you want, and Ill come right away to take you home. With
a final smile, he got back behind the wheel, and she watched
the car disappear down the track that was the only access
to this remote spot.
So here we are, Erin said to herself, gazing around her
once she was alone.
Angela hadnt been kidding about the beauty of the place.
So this was how the wealthy folks lived. And for just a couple
of days, humble charity worker Erin Hayes was to have it all
to herself. Everyone should have an employer this generous.
Oologah Lake. The name came from the Cherokee word
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She almost retched as she picked a path around the bloodslick on the veranda and the broad trail of it down the steps.
Just a few yards, and she would be in the shadow of the trees.
Her legs were shaking so badly, she was terrified shed fall over.
Angelas husband had strolled casually over to a tree and
was urinating against it with his feet braced apart and his
back to her, left hand on his hip, whistling to himself. She
passed within twenty feet of him, close enough to hear
the patter of his stream on the ground. The other two had
carried the body to a white van that was parked across from
the cabin, just a pale outline under the shadows of the trees.
She could hear their low voices. They were turning. Heading
back. They were going to see her.
She ducked into the dark bushes just in time and crouched
there, holding her breath, petrified that the slightest rustle
would betray her presence. One of the men walked by so
close that she could smell the minty odour on his breath,
like gum. It was the one with the ponytail. He paused, seemed
to stiffen like an animal when it senses something. Through
the leaves she could see his face half-lit by the moon and
the glow from the cabin. The gleam of his eyes.
What is it, Billy Bob? the other one said.
The one called Billy Bob stood still, so close that Erin
could have reached out of the bushes and touched him.
Nuthin, Billy Bob said, and walked on.
Angelas husband had zipped himself up and was strolling
back towards the cabin, complaining in a loud voice about
the goddamn mess. The other two exchanged glances. The
one called Billy Bob grinned. They followed him back inside.
And Erin clambered out of her hiding place in the bushes
and ran like shed never run before.
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