Heron's Cove
“Lucas waited for him, knowing better than to offer a hand. His grandfather had already ignored help from the boat’s operator. It was just the two of them, a private trip in Lough Leane, the largest of the lakes in the Killarney National Park, a popular tourist destination that was quiet now, so late in October. Even in the light mist, the area was stunningly beautiful, the lakes nestled at the base of forested hills.Lucas appreciated the energy with which Wendell moved. He had on an open rain jacket over a wool sweater vest and looked pleased with himself, even as he frowned at his only grandson. “Lucas, what’re you doing here? How did you find me?”“I called Declan Bracken. You mentioned you’d see him and I hoped he’d have an idea of where you’d gotten off to. He told me he dropped you off here this morning.”“Good, good.”“I’m glad you decided to let someone know where you are.”“Yes, I thought about that. If anything happened to me, I’d hate for a hiker to have to stumble across my bones.
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