Prologue
Olivia hadn't planned on a trip to Reiden Lake today. She hadn't planned on getting Peter Bishop out of jail today either, but she was on her way. She had a travel mug full of coffee and directions to the Featherstonhaugh County Jail in her GPS, along with strong words for Peter, who she hadn't seen in six weeks, and Broyles, who woke her up at 4 am for this fool's errand. If not for Broyles' specific instructions, she'd be inclined to leave Peter to the local authorities. At least it was starting to look like a nice spring day: bright and clear, big, white, fluffy clouds instead of the gray gloom that had been hanging over them in Boston.
Nice days had been hard to come by this year. The cold lingered, and the number of drizzly, overcast days seemed a reflection of Olivia's mood – dark, damp, and ceaselessly unchanging, one gray day morphing into the next. Spring had been a long time coming.
