The journey from one end of the island to the other, a total of 500 kilometres and a six-hour drive, wasn’t particularly daunting to Estelle. Like her dad had done before her, she’d taken time to map out the entirety of the trip with several possible stops of interest that although required detours of several hours and miles, were areas she was looking forward to exploring.


Judge Morrison sat slumped in his comfortable old chair before the fire. It was the first time in his life he could honestly say he didn’t know which way a case would go. And this one mattered. His niece was charged with the attempted murder of her ex. He knew without a doubt she couldn’t wouldn’t have done such a thing. What’s more, when Michael woke, he’d say the same thing.


Hanna dropped her head in her hands. God! It was going to be one of those days! Eric was as eccentric as they came. It seemed that most “famous or infamous” depending on how you looked at it, were. The list of demands that had to be met before their arrival could be as long as it was varied. Eric’s was no exception. The interesting thing was that he didn’t appear eccentric.


They’d been sailing for several hours when a sudden calm struck. The waters were placid. It happened but it was annoying since they’d been looking forward to sailing the coastline for weeks and finally their schedules aligned, and they quickly took the opportunity provided. Not that it didn’t make for a beautiful scene, it was indeed idyllic.

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