Matty Dove had 18 months to try and find a buyer for her late grandmother's lighthouse. A buyer who, she hoped, would not only buy the lighthouse, but love the village so much that they would invest time and money into saving the community. In 18 mo...
Matty sat up in bed and looked at her nightstand clock. 4:00 a.m.
"What the fuck is going on?"
Bill pulled on his sleep pants.
"I have no idea."
He went to the door and opened it. Frank and Julie were standing there.
"What is wrong?"
Frank passed Bill his landline telephone.
"Commander Lukeman?"
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Matty jumped out of bed, quickly pulling on her sweatpants and top.
Bill answered the phone.
"Don?"
"Bill. Thank God. Look we have a situation.
I just got a call from the Deer Lake detachment. Vatcher has escaped from custody."
"What? How?"
"I don't have all the details yet, but he overpowered the Officer on duty and stole a police car. According to Carl Bellows, he is on his way to Tuckamore Bay and he is armed."
"Fuck me. When did this happen?"
"Bill, he has a half hour jump, which means he could be at the Bay at anytime. I have dispatched Officers from Parsons Pond and Deer Lake, but they will never get there in time."
Bill looked at Matty.
"Hold on Don."
"What the fuck is going on?"
"Vatcher has escaped and is on his way here. Get hold of Freddy and Nanny Dove."
Matty simply nodded, as she went to the desk to get her cellphone, yelling, "Nanny Dove."
