Ernie took off, anxious to catch up
to the houseboat but knowing he must be cautious so as not to tip his hand.
Besides, even with 30,000 acres of surface and 370 miles of shoreline, Shasta
Lake could not have swallowed up the Bellardi craft yet. Ernie was leaving the
docks only a few minutes behind the boat, and with so few other boats out on
the lake, it should not be too difficult to track it down.
Ernie was right. Within 20 minutes he
had the houseboat in his sights. He only wished he had brought a cell phone and
some binoculars. Hanging back at a safe distance, he could make out the slight
figure of a man, dressed in dark clothing, steering the boat farther out into
the lake.
Where are you going, Matthew
Denherder? Or should I call you AntiCrist? Ernie swallowed
hard, fighting tears. Where are you taking Wes? What are
you planning to do to him? And how do I stop you before it's too late?
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