Devin had seen Tiffany quickly pass by from the second story window of the lightkeeper’s cottage. He scraped himself enough to bleed, but was unable to open the window. Too many layers of paint in the track had sealed it shut. He’d had them all replaced except this one because they’d mis-shipped it and the replacement hadn’t arrived yet.
By the time he was downstairs, she was gone and he couldn’t follow her.
“Well, she’s allowed a life as well,” he told the main panel as he hooked in the last of the new wiring. He’d pushed hard this week to get it done so that he’d have more time for the extra finish work he was planning. Dragon Winslow had been right—the visit to Hector’s boat gave him the interior design style that he’d been missing.
“It’s not like we’re living together,” he mentioned
