The Waiting Sands
*"I feel so strongly as if everything here was waiting. the house, the shore—and now these sands are waiting"* Rachel had been waiting, too. Waiting for an end to the nightmare that had already taken two lives and now threatened more. Someone Rachel knew and loved had become a murderer and had turned the handsome old Scottish manse into a place of horror. But which face, which dear familiar face, was the mask of the killer? Rachel did not know—yet.
