 As Maury oozed toward the door, I slid away from the cottage and into the shadow of a clump of trees nearby. I stayed there as he walked out of sight down the road that led back to the parking space. Then a few minutes later when Debbie clicked off the light and left, I moved out of hiding and started slowly after at a safe distance. Until from someplace in the night an ugly, snub-nosed automatic that belonged to someone blonde and thin-faced as a near-automobile accident stopped me cold. Where are you going, Jack?