Meet me by the lake. Come alone.
That was all the note had said. It had been hastily scribbled on a napkin and dropped in her handbag at some point during the party. Chelsea thought the handwriting looked like Cole’s, but it didn’t look quite right, as if he had used his left hand or something. Determining that the note must have come from her fiance, Chelsea decided to follow the vague, somewhat ominous note.
Apart from the distant sound of music, it was quiet down by the lake, not a sign of another person. The sun had almost completely set, and although it wasn’t raining, the air was thick and heavy with moisture. Chelsea could feel the wet grass brush against her toes peeking out of her sandals.
She wished that she that she had bought a jacket with her as she felt her skin begin to goosepimple from the growing cold. Never mind, she thought, if Cole was out there, he would surely warm her up. But where was he?