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“Be aware.  Don’t deny a gut feeling about any situation you’re in.  We may or may not be dealing with the individual causing problems for your family but until we’re sure either way, let’s take some precautions.”

“A patrol car has been assigned to check regularly while your here (again erroring on the side of caution) with an undercover officer occupying the cabin next door. I’ve already contacted the Manager whose agreed to assist us.  He knows the locals and he’ll keep his eyes peeled for any new or suspicious looking characters.  Any work project on or near your location,  he’s agreed to give you heads up or introduce the workman, personally, so you know it’s legit.”

“Paul is an experienced officer, if you have any doubts or concerns, make them known to immediately so he can size up the situation and respond accordingly.  Got it?”

“I told you it was a good idea to bring Paul,” Christina said, hailing his presence.

“It sure was, honey.”

“Anything else we should do?” Eilea asked.

“Keep your eyes and ears open.  Relax, but be alert.  Watch out for each other, cover each other’s back.”

“We can do that,” Cliff promised.

“Alright, an insurance agent has taken a look at the van and he says he doesn’t think there’s will be a problem fixing it within the next day or so since the damage is minimal.”

“Ok, we’ve covered all the bases, we can go.  I paid for a connecting cabin for the guys so that we’re all together and no one is sleeping outside.”  When she would have argued with Paul, but he immediately forestalled her, “It’s important, Eilea.  The cost isn’t the issue here, safety is.  At this point, since we’re not sure who this is, it’s not worth the risk.”

“Let’s get to our cabins, check in and get this holiday back on track!  We still have time for a walk on the beach in the surf and I rounded up some flashlights.  Carry them with you and use them wisely, they are a signal that you need help.”

“I thought we might find a good restaurant first.  I for one don’t feel like cooking and I didn’t think anyone else would either.  I hear there’s a pretty nice restaurant about a mile from where we’re booked.  How about it?”

“Sounds good to me,” the kids instantly agreed.

“Great, let’s go.”

They filed outside but Paul hung back and Eilea watched as he said something to the and nodded before turning and sprinting to catch up.

The restaurant was expensive, but intriguing and uniquely decorated with a rustic motif.  Originally, a boat pulled on shore and abandoned, someone had come up with the brilliant idea of turning it into a restaurant.  The seats and tables were made of sanded but unfinished planks.  The walls were beautifully finished wood, obviously part of the original boat.  Brass portholes and bits and pieces from downed ships in the area hung on the walls as accent pieces.  It was a very clever idea.

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