Wednesday afternoon brought a crisp, pale sunshine to the shores of Medina, burning away the morning fog and leaving the lake calm as hammered silver. Mark had left early for a board preparation breakfast in downtown Bellevue, taking his Cayenne. In his rush out the door, he had left his everyday leather messenger bag hanging on the wooden coat rack inside his private study. Serena stood in the doorway of…
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