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Rafe read the telegraph message from his mother, Celestine, in San Francisco.
“Townsend is here. I recognized him standing across the street. I believe he is watching the house. Parker Judson called the authorities but Townsend slipped away. He’s still here, I know he is. Parker has promised that Kip and I will be kept secure. Even so, I’m uneasy.”
Townsend’s in San Francisco. Rafe looked off toward the sea. The black water rolled in menacingly.
Townsend, who’d allowed Rafe’s father to die in order to have his land and his wife Celestine. Townsend, who’d tried to gain Great-aunt Nora’s financial estate by immobilizing her, or worse, with a drug. It was Townsend who’d alerted the Board of Health to baby Kip’s origin on Molokai in order to take revenge upon Rafe for regaining Hanalei and the pearl beds. And it was Townsend who’d set the torch to old Ling’s hut on Kea Lani, because he knew something about the death of Rafe’s father.
The crosswinds of spiritual conflict and danger were beginning to strive again, this time against Rafe’s own soul. It seemed as though the storm would be overturning the structures built on sand before the tide turned, and the winds calmed—if they ever calmed.
The challenge to stop Townsend gripped Rafe’s emotions. And stop him, he must.
Keno joined him on the hill’s edge. “That devil-lion you mentioned, “crouching at the door?” I think he’s stalking his prey again.”