A weekend retreat turns deadly.
Carol A. Guy
Thirty-five years ago, Amanda, Holly, Cherie, Sue, Leah, Wendy and Gayle were best friends at East Riverton High School. Now, they are meeting for a long weekend at Walnut Lake, Leah’s remote summer retreat. Little do they know that they have an uninvited guest…yet someone whose presence is not totally unexpected.
When a destructive storm hits, the women find themselves in dangerous circumstances. Then the body of Billy O’Brien, the former class president, is discovered in a shed on the property, and things go from bad to worse.
Friendships are put to the test as Amanda and Holly dig into the past in an effort to unravel the mystery surrounding their former classmate’s death. As truths bubble to the surface and a new player is suddenly introduced into the mix, things take a shocking turn that will force the women to pull together in a surprising way.
He sat on the hillside and watched the scantily clad women milling around the dock. His eye was especially drawn to Wendy, whose dark glistening skin contrasted sharply with the bright yellow bikini she wore. She always did have a nice body--slender yet soft and supple.
Next, he trained his binoculars on Cherie, the athletic one. Strong, sure and oh, so surprising. Then there was Sue, full of nervous energy. Exciting and excitable. Gayle was the cool one, but a lot was bubbling just beneath the surface. Amanda crossed his line of vision. She was approaching one of the benches on the dock and sat down next to Cherie. A little girl talk? They'd been drinking for over an hour, so he could well imagine how uninhibited they were by now. Just the way he like them--drunk and ready to party.
A twig snapped off to his left and he swung his binoculars that way. Was someone there? He didn't dare call out. Even with all the noise the women were making, he might still be heard. He scanned the area, adjusting the lenses to bring in a sharper image. Nothing. Yet he could have sworn he heard something. A breeze stirred just then and the leaves rustled overhead. A few seconds later a squirrel scurried down a tree trunk and ran out of his line of vision. That had been his intruder, no doubt.
He returned his attention to the lake. Now some of them were in the water and others on the pontoon. Leah was leaving the dock, heading toward the cabin. He checked his watch. Five o'clock. Dinner time. She was probably going to get things underway for the evening meal. Maybe he should do the same. All this fresh air was giving him quite an appetite.