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and none ever appeared interested in making use of the beach.
Maybe it was because there was no apparent accommodation available for them.
Oh, there were three B&B’s in town, but they always had no vacancy signs on
them when Ramsey passed by, yet their car parks always appeared practically
empty.
    When
he’d asked Maureen about it, she’d just laughed, and said most people visiting
the area were usually artists and they wanted to stay in Reverie Valley. 
She also mentioned the recently opened camping and cabin facilities for the
back to nature crowd available in Hidden Cove… the third town that made up the
Southern Sanctuary district.  A town, Ramsey had only caught a brief
glimpse of, when Cam McKenzie had driven him around the district in his first
week. 
    The
only impression he’d gotten of Hidden Cove were a lot of houses camouflaged
amongst thick woods that edged the small sandy cove.  Cam had pretty much
given the impression that nothing exciting ever happened in the Cove and the
locals made sure anyone using the cabins or camping ground kept it that way.
    A
loud roar shook Ramsey out of his meditative state, his eyes flicking to the
readout on the radar gun and widening.  Shit, he revved the engine and hit
the siren, putting his foot down hard on the accelerator in order to pursue the
speeding white Mercedes convertible. 
    Who
in their right mind would be caught doing twice the speed limit in a notorious
and highly visible speed trap?
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*
    Berry
dashed across the marble lobby of the huge gothic Council building first thing
Monday morning, juggling her handbag, a sheaf of folders and her mobile
phone.  She sensed several heads turning in her direction and forced a
bright, happy smile as she abruptly slowed her pace to something more sedate
and befitting a Judge.  She felt extremely self-conscious and more than a
little silly, considering what she was wearing, but what choice did she
have?  The cats had destroyed every last viable work outfit she had and as
a piece de resistance, she’d discovered Limbo had peed in all her shoes.   Little furry bastard. 
    Her
budget for this month wouldn’t cover replacing clothes, let alone the tank of
gas it would require for her to travel to the nearest discount chain supermarket
to track down clothes she might actually be able to afford.
    Inspiration…
okay, desperation, had come late Saturday afternoon when she heard one of the
cats knock something over in the attic… The attic!   Thank the Goddess her Great-Grandmother Tally
was a hoarder.  It had taken her an hour of relentless rummaging before
she’d stumbled over a large turn of the century Louis Vuitton trunk with her
Great-Great-Aunt Etta’s name written on the side. 
    Much
younger than her older siblings, Etta had been rather a wild child in her
youth, eloping with a minor Norse God just after she turned twenty-one. 
Which meant given the passage of time, Berry was well within salvage rights to
claim whatever clothes and cast-offs Etta had left behind.  Thank the
Goddess for free spirited, travel the world, spend thrift Etta.  Berry had
rejoiced as she extracted armfuls of clothes and shoes from the trunk, many
looking as if they’d never been worn, maybe her luck was finally changing.
    Not
hand me downs… vintage, Berry reminding herself yet again as she came to a halt
at the base of the grand staircase, straightening her shoulders.  She
nodded, greeting Big Thom, the security guard manning the base of the stairwell
that led up to her chambers, the town library and assorted High Council offices
and departments.  A former family enforcer, Thom had been bitten by a
Gargoyle ten years ago.  As a result he had become markedly territorial;
it had been his choice to volunteer as High Council Protector. 
    “Hey
Thom.  Good weekend?”
    Thom
smiled at Berry, not a tall man but a very broad man and even