The moment I, Nolan Westcott, pulled into the vacation lodge's courtyard, I thought I'd made a wrong turn.Three cars already occupied the parking area. One had its trunk wide open, stuffed with children's bicycles, pool floats, and two enormous suitcases.I checked the GPS. Same address. Same property I'd booked three months earlier.Dad climbed out of the back seat and stopped short. "Are there other guests?""There shouldn't be."Frowning, I went to open the gate.We had rented the entire place for four nights: six bedrooms, a private courtyard, and a small swimming pool. It was supposed to be just six of us: Sabrina and me, her parents, and mine.I'd even complained about having more rooms than we needed."So what?" Sabrina had laughed. "We hardly ever get away. It might be nice to spread out for once."But the instant I stepped through the gate, I knew something was wrong.Smoke rose from a grill in the courtyard. Sabrina's older sister, Kendra, wore an apron and flipped
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