PROLOGUE
The young man hadn’t smoked a day in his life, and yet a cloud still emitted from his lips as he blew out a breath. It wasn’t hisfault. The same effect could be found with every last person brave enough to endure the frigid temperatures plaguing Maine’s coast. Just last week, Mystic Harbor’s weather had been quite agreeable for this time of year. No one could complain about forty-degree forecasts that guaranteed a steady dose of sunshine during the day. Without warning, however, that...