I would love to have a lighthouse on the cover of the book. :^)
Here's a short excerpt from the end of Chapter Three:
Slowly, she swung the door open. Shining the flashlight all around, she found herself in what would have been a living room. It was empty, though there were a few beer cans in one corner. Throwing her shoulders back, she stamped loudly on the floor as she headed toward the next room. She figured if any animals inhabited the place, they would hear her coming and run away. The old kitchen had a dusty table in one corner, a refrigerator with no door, and a sink full of beer cans.
“Okay, the only animals that have been here are party animals,” she muttered to herself.
Feeling less afraid, she walked into the next room. There she found a filthy mattress on the floor and right next to the mattress, she saw Jack’s flashlight. Dizzy, with a cold sweat breaking out on her forehead, she sank down beside the flashlight and stared at it.
Yes, it was his. It was one she had bought him for his birthday a few years ago. It still had a nick in the side where it had hit the steps when he had thrown it in one of his angry rages.
She glanced at the mattress. Was this where he met up with the seventeen year old?
She closed her eyes. Lord, where did Jack go from here?
Then she heard the creak of a floorboard behind her. Alarmed, she turned, only to find herself suddenly blinded by a bright lantern. She cried out and lifted her arm as a shield.
A cold, contemptuous voice ground out the question. “Is this where it happened? Is this where you killed him?”