Chapter 6 - The Man in the Gray Coat
The sun was beginning to drop behind the pine ridges of southern Maine when the front door of the cottage clicked open.
Stepping into the great room, wearing a wet charcoal wool overcoat and carrying a heavy aluminum camera tripod under his arm, was a man in his late forties with sharp, intelligent features, a silver-threaded beard, and the watchful, calculating eyes of an investigative journalist.
Marcus Thorne.
He was not an assassin. He was the senior investigative reporter for the Boston Globe’s Spotlight team—the man who had spent fourteen months tracking the offshore banking records of Mercer Logistics before stumbling upon the ghost of Eleanor Vance.
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Beside him walked seven-year-old Lily, holding his hand, her white lace flower girl dress now covered by an oversized yellow raincoat that Marcus had bought her at an outlet store along the highway.
"Uncle Daniel!" Lily cried out, dropping Marcus’s hand and running across the pine
