The following morning while wandering the 2400 meter long beach, they took hundreds of pictures of breathtaking scenery, while the rich aroma of mother earth wafted on the light breeze swirling around them. The white sandy beach made walking easy for Cassy.
“We don’t have that much further to go before we get to the lighthouse,” Cassy piped up.
“It’s about two k from here to Experimental Bight and another two and a half k to Guise Bay with great camping then three and a half to the lighthouse.”
“I figure we could stop at Guise Bay, leave our gear and hustle on up to the light house for a quick look, then back to Guise Bay for the night.”
“Sounds good,” agreed Craig.
“Ok, then let’s do it,” they all concurred.
A quickly shared look between the others spoke to whatever ghosts had hovered around her last night had been dismissed through the night.
They met the caretakers of the lighthouse and snapped a couple of pictures before heading back to Guise Bay where they spent the night.
The return trip wasn’t as pleasant as going in as the weather had taken a turn drizzling with grey skies taking considerably longer to move as Cassy’s vision was truly impaired due to the dim light. All in all it had been a wonderful trip but it was time to head home. They were a happy if tired bunch of campers when they reached Cassy’s house.
Max got out immediately checking with the officer sitting in the look-out car to see if he had anything to report.
“Nothing, it was quiet. We took regular walks around the perimeter and the glass was replaced earlier today. A cleaning crew arrived, one sanctioned by us, cleaned top to bottom. I went in and checked, its good.”
Upon entering the house, they pulled out the remainder of their food, placed it in a cabinet above the fridge and stored the rest of their gear in the garage.
“Maggy, where are the candles?”
“They should be in the cupboard above the laundry machines,” Maggy replied. “I know that’s where we left them.”
“They aren’t here now. I was going to use them for dinner, but they don’t seem to be anywhere.”
“That’s odd. I know that’s where we put them after the power outage.” Together they searched but the candles were gone.
“Oh well, another night,” Cassy said, as an uneasy feeling assailed her. He must have taken the candles when he planted the bees, how else was it possible? And what did it mean for not only her protection, but that of her friends?
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