He glared at the cowering relatives. Wind and sand tore at Tristan’s skinlike hot knife blades. The two elderly people wereAaron and Esther, my paternal grandparents. A secret service agent.
“As many of you as possible will hide yourselves in the lake!” he ordered. “Who…what…are you?” he whispered. “And don’t worry—I’m good for it!”A hush came over the crowd as they all wondered who the rich mystery woman might be. In the meantime I suggestthat we all get some rest.
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