Angol
Justine was still bewildered by the bizarre events that caused her desperate flight from the love and comfort of her childhood home on the coast of Maine to this lonely house. Though it seemed much longer, Justine had lived in the land's end mansion called Sea Watch for just one week. Sea Watch clung to soaring cliffs above the confluence of the Brigand River and the Pacific. She looked through the dusty windows toward the beach. The tall man with dark hair and dark clothing was there again. This is the third evening she watched him walking on the beach at sunset. She knew nothing about him except that he was once the owner of Sea Watch. He now lived in the cottage below the cliffs and was her closest neighbor. She also heard he was the man suspected of the recent series of vicious killings of young women of the town. Are the dangers that face her while she struggles to build a new life at Sea Watch more formidable than the horror she had just escaped?
