When I moved back to mid-coast Maine, my life seemed perfect. I’d slammed the door on my not-so-recent past and left my troubles behind. Or so I thought until my mechanic shattered that illusion. She told me there was a global positioning device mounted inside my Jeep’s left front wheel well. Apparently someone was tracking me.
Suddenly the strange things that had happened to me over the past few days—and that I’d dismissed as coincidence or just plain bad luck—didn’t seem so random. The GPS was intentional and personal.
Ginny Mihalik, Academic Counselor/Professor, Schnecksville, PA: “I loved “Beware the Sleeping Dog”. Loved it! Please keep writing. You have a special talent of storytelling, of building characters, and describing scenes so carefully that I can smell the cold, feel the sting, and hear the slightest breeze move the branch. Thank you. What a treat it was! I can’t wait for the next one.”