Page 94 of Rainshadow Road

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Unable to sleep, Lucy worked in her studio for most of the night, finishing the stained-glass window. She wasn’t aware of the passing hours, only noticed that the sky was lightening and the early-morning bustle of Friday Harbor was beginning. The tree window was gleaming and flat and still, but every time she put her fingertips to it, she felt a subtle vitality coming off the glass.

Feeling drained but resolute, Lucy walked to her condo and took a long shower. It was the day before Alice’s wedding. Tonight the rehearsal dinner would take place. She wondered if Kevin had talked to Alice or broken up with her, or had kept silent about his second thoughts.

Lucy was actually too tired to care one way or the other. She wrapped her wet hair in a turban, put on some comfortably aged flannel pants and a thin stretchy tank top, and crawled into bed.

Just as she was beginning to sink into a deep sleep, the phone rang.

Lucy groped for the phone. “Hello?”

“Lucy.” It was her mother’s brittle voice. “Are you still asleep? I hoped Alice was with you.”

“Why would she be with me?” Lucy asked around a yawn, rubbing her sore eyes.

“No one knows where she is. I got a call from her just a little while ago. Kevin’s gone.”

“Gone,” Lucy repeated hazily.

“He took the first flight out this morning. That asshole changed the plane tickets that we bought for their honeymoon—he’s going to West Palm by himself. Alice was in hysterics. She’s not at their house, and she won’t answer her phone. I don’t know where she is, or even how to start looking for her. Some of the out-of-town guests are already here, and more are getting in today. It’s too late to cancel the flowers or the food. That little bastard—why did he have to wait until the last minute to do this? But the important thing is Alice. I don’t want her to do something… dramatic.”

Painfully Lucy sat up and staggered out of bed. “I’ll find her.”

“Do you need Dad to come with you? He’s dying for something to do.”

“No, no… I’ll handle it by myself. I’ll call you when I find out something.”

After she hung up, Lucy pulled her hair into a ponytail, dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, and fumbled with the coffee machine until she managed to produce a pot of inky black liquid. It was too strong—she hadn’t measured properly. Even a heavy dose of half-and-half didn’t lighten the color. She grimaced and drank it like medicine.

Picking up the phone, she dialed Alice’s number, preparing to leave a message. She was almost startled when Alice answered.

“Hi.”

Lucy opened and closed her mouth, wanting to say ten different things at once. She finally settled with an abrupt, “Where are you?”

“The McMillin mausoleum.” Alice’s voice was raw.

“Stay there.”

“Don’t bring anyone.”

“I won’t. Just stay there.”

“All right.”

“Promise me.”

“I promise.”

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The mausoleum, named Afterglow Vista, was one of the most beautiful spots on the island. It was located in the woods north of Roche Harbor. The founder of a hugely successful lime and cement company, John McMillin, had designed the monument himself. It was a massive columned structure, Masonic in its heavy use of symbolism. Towering pillars circled a stone table and seven stone chairs. One of the columns had deliberately been left unfinished, beside the empty space where an eighth chair should have been positioned. According to local rumor, visiting spirits from nearby graves had been seen sitting at the table after midnight.

Unfortunately for Lucy, the forested trail leading to Afterglow Vista was approximately a half-mile long. She walked gingerly, hoping she wasn’t doing any damage to her recently healed tendons. After passing through a little graveyard with many of the headstones surrounded by tiny fences, she saw the mausoleum.

Alice was sitting on the winding steps, dressed in jeans and a Henley shirt. She cradled a mound of foamy white fabric—some kind of tulle or chiffon—in her lap.

Lucy didn’t want to feel sorry for her sister. But Alice’s face was wretched, and she looked all of about twelve years old.

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