Chapter 83

Shawn and Catherine stood on the front veranda of what seemed to be a fairly huge log cottage. The drive had only taken about an hour from the interstate, which was ten miles from the town's old local airport to the wooden home, but it seemed like they were out in the middle of nowhere. "Shawn? What on earth are we doing here?"

"This is where we wait for Eddie. This is my uncle Bennett's place." He mumbled.

Above them, the raven sky glittered with more stars than Catherine had seen in a long time.  Sounds of nature filled the night: cricket songs, croaking frogs, and the melodies of nocturnal birds. The air was scented with a mixture of hardwood and pine. 

She took a long br