Josh Bartlett had changed his name, holed up as a small-town features writer in the Blue Ridge. Only a few weeks more and he&#39;d begin anew, return to the hills of Connecticut and Molly and, at long last, live a normal life.<br /><br />After all, it was a matter of record that Zharko had been deported well over a year ago. The shadowy form Josh had glimpsed at the lake was only that --- a hazy shadow. It stood to reason his old nemesis was still ensconced overseas well out of the way.<br /><br />Surely<b> </b>he wouldn&#39;t travel thousands of miles to track Josh down. Not now, not after all this.