Covert Cargo. Elisabeth Rees

      As the truck neared Beth’s home, Dillon saw that the fog surrounding it appeared thicker than before, curling around the tower like smoke. When an acrid smell began filling his nostrils, he realized that it was smoke.

      “I think we may have a problem,” he said, hitting the gas pedal hard to pick up speed.

      Beth placed her hands on the dash, leaning forward and letting her mouth drop open in confusion and disbelief.

      “My cottage,” she exclaimed. “It’s on fire!”