Which is when I happen to glance over Jake’s shoulder out my office window and notice someone standing in the yard, down near the water’s edge. Partially hidden by the trunk of a tree, the figure appears to be a man. Though he’s too far away to discern any facial features, and his eyes are obscured by the brim of the hat he’s wearing, I have the distinct feeling that he’s staring right at me. I catch a glint of white as the man bares his teeth like an animal.
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