The kidnapper fired his gun one last time, and the shadow vanished into the darkness it had come from.
"See, nothing to it, Wake."
The thought of Alice in his hands was revolting. We stood on the wooden platform of Lovers' Peak, the waterfall and the mountain behind us, the lights of the radio-mast blinking red in the heights above. I fought with the urge to take a swing, forced myself to speak.
"Let's cut the act now. Where's my wife?"
Departure Manuscript: Wake at Lover's Peak
