"So, Trisha, what do you think of our little town?" Marcy asked, handing over a menu.
"It's great," Trisha replied, wiping her mouth with a napkin after taking a sip of her drink. "I've met some nice people so far, and the scenery is beautiful."
"Glad to hear it," George said, leaning against the counter. "How's work treating you up at the resort?"
"It's been interesting," Trisha said, choosing her words carefully. "A lot to take in, but I'm managing."
"Jake mentioned you had a bit of a rough start this morning," Marcy added, her brows furrowing in concern.
Trisha glanced at Jake, then back at Marcy. "Yeah, there was a power outage at the cottage I'm staying in. And… there was something else, too. I saw someone near the site—someone I didn't recognize. He looked a bit suspicious."
George exchanged a look with Marcy. "That doesn't sound good. Did you get a good look at him?"
