Chapter 1 Though it was still late afternoon, the shadows in Mike s Tavern were deep around the booths and tables where lobstermen and hunters drank. Everyone, the bartender included, looked up warily as the front door opened. A man entered, squinted in the darkness, and walked to the last booth, \"Ayuh, for. Phil? s that you?\" \"What can I \"There s a stranger just got off the bus.\" \"Lots of strangers come to Cutter s Cove, especially in the fall. Good huntin .\" \"Not like this guy. He s asking about Dr. Brunk.\" Nobody spoke for a long moment. Then there were the sounds of heavy boots and rifle stocks rubbing against the hardwood floor as the men put down their drinks and rose. \"Where is he?\" John Ellis asked. \"Walking down Union Street toward Main, last I saw him.\" Ellis led the way, blond hair streaming under his hunter s cap, his bulk filling the doorway. Outside, the men slipped shells into their guns and checked the safeties, somewhat sobered by the salt air. They clomped along the wooden sidewalk until they came to the corner. The ocean came into sight, crumbling piers and a
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