"Tanya Huff - Victory Nelson - The Vengeful Spirit of Lake Nepeakea" - читать интересную книгу автора (Huff Tanya)

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 As soon as he heard the van door close, Celluci fell into
a dreamless sleep that lasted until just past noon. When he
woke, he stared up at the inside of the roof and wondered
where he was. The rough lumber looked like it'd been
coated in creosote in the far distant past.
"No insulation, hate to be here in the winterтАж"
Then he remembered where here was and came fully
awake.
Vicki had dragged him out to a wilderness lodge, north
of Georgian Bay, to hunt for the local and apparently
homicidal protective lake spirit.
A few moments later, his sleeping bag neatly rolled on
the end of the old iron bed, he was in the kitchen making a
pot of coffee. That kind of a realization upon waking
needed caffeine.
On the counter next to the coffee-maker, right where
he'd be certain to find it first thing, he found a file labelled
"Lake Nepeakea" in Vicki's unmistakable handwriting. The
first few pages of glossy card stock had been clearly sent
by Stuart Gordon along with the key. An artist's
conception of the time-share resort, they showed a large
L-shaped building where the lodge now stood and three
dozen "cottages" scattered through the woods, front doors
linked by broad gravel paths. Apparently, the guests would
commute out to their personal chalets by golf cart.
"Which they can also use on" тАФ Celluci turned the page
and shook his head in disbelief тАФ "the nine-hole golf
course." Clearly, a large part of Mr Gordon's building plan
involved bulldozers. And right after the bulldozers would
come the cappuccino. He shuddered.
The next few pages were clipped together and turned
out to be photocopies of newspaper articles covering the
disappearance of the surveyor. She'd been working with
her partner in the late evening, trying to finish up a
particularly marshy bit of shore destined to be filled in and
paved over for tennis courts, when, according to her
partner, she'd stepped back into the mud, announced
something had moved under her foot, lost her balance, fell,
screamed and disappeared. The OPP, aided by local
volunteers, had set up an extensive search but she hadn't
been found. Since the area was usually avoided because of
the sink holes, sink holes a distraught Stuart Gordon swore
he knew nothing about тАФ "Probably distraught about
having to move his tennis courts," Celluci muttered тАФ the
official verdict allowed that she'd probably stepped in one
and been sucked under the mud.
The headline on the next page declared developer angers
spirit, and in slightly smaller type, Surveyor Pays the Price.
The picture showed an elderly woman with long grey