By Sarah Graves
Again within the day, Jacobia “Jake” Tiptree became earnings coping with the fortunes of Manhattan’s such a lot lucky. Then she fled the rat race for a stately outdated fixer-upper in easygoing Eastport, Maine. yet now a rat from a fair darker nook of Jake’s earlier has became up…a killer with a blueprint for demolishing her new life.As a house fix fanatic, Jake understands that not anything lasts forever—not home windows or doorways, now not plaster or plumbing. and never reliable fortune.After greater than 3 a long time eluding justice, the fellow who murdered her mom is eventually approximately to face trial—until he vanishes into skinny air. Jake has a poor foreboding of the place Ozzie Campbell will ensue subsequent. And whereas the neighborhood police leader is certain she’s overreacting, in point of fact a ways worse than even Jake’s worst fears.With her quite often complete condominium empty for no less than one other week, Jake has been looking ahead to the unaccustomed peace and quiet. Now her comfortable, well-loved domestic feels extra like a major empty dying capture able to snap close. First a couple of out-of-towners truly now not in Eastport for holiday take place asking questions on her. And if she has any doubt they’re hooked up to Campbell, these doubts are erased whilst he calls her with a grim caution. yet precisely what Campbell desires from her isn’t transparent, purely that he’ll cease at not anything to harm these closest to Jake. And his first sufferers are the main defenseless of all. unexpectedly Jake can’t support yet think that her house—and her life—has some distance too many home windows. And in anyone of them she could see the face of her killer.
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But Jake thought O’Neill was alarmed himself on some level, or he wouldn't have called her. "Campbell's a slime toad," she said. " Everyone knew that about him, too; the indictment, along with a brief profile of him, had appeared in the papers as Trotta hoped. " Looking around for the possible cause of the muddiness in the hole, she found it a few feet away in the metal downspout of a gutter still dripping from showers the night before. " Bob asked. A half-hour repair job had just expanded to the better part of a week.
He's here. Or on his way. Mark my words," she added as Bob started to object again. True, she had no evidence. But she didn't want to look back someday on her suspicions and say if only. Not about a man who, thirty-five years earlier, had strangled a woman with his bare hands while her child looked on, then ripped one of the earrings from her ear and taken it away with him. He'd worn it ever since, brazenly insisting she'd given it to him as a love token long before she was murdered. "And you see most everything that happens around here, so…" "Yeah, yeah.
Around her the house stood empty, the phone alcove scented by the boxes of spices she kept there, morning sunlight lying motionless in pale squares on the varnished hardwood floor. Couldn't be him, she tried telling herself. But it was; she hadn't heard the voice on the phone in decades, yet its harsh, distinctive rasp was as familiar to her as her own. Anxiously she punched in Sandy O’Neill's New York number and cursed when it connected her to his voice mail. "Sandy, listen, Ozzie Campbell just called me.