Chapter 52
Hunter stood near the window, thinking once more that there had to be a logical explanation and that he would not surrender.
He turned. Outside the snow lay sparkling in the moonlight. The trees and, farther out, Michael Burt’s cottage almost seemed to glow in the wan light. It was like a scene from an old black-and-white movie. Hunter noticed there were lights on in Michael Burt’s cottage. One of the windows was a warm yellow rectangle. He peered closer and swore he could see Michael himself inside, taking something off. A coat, maybe? Maybe only his shirt as he prepared for bed?