🗝️Detective Ryker Viltarin must uncover dark secrets before he loses not only his heart but also his life.🗝️
You're on your own, far from home
The wind is blowing in the top of the pines
A gloomy sky where the sun never shines
Deep...
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Yawning, Ryker stretched out on the bed. His body felt unusually stiff as he slowly sat on the light-colored sheets. His feet sank into a soft fur runner that lay on the worn parquet floor in front of the sleeping area.
Actually, he should be happy. He should be smiling. After all, he had found the woman and the boy and had come a decisive step closer to solving his case. Now, Ray just had to inform Dylan and keep the spectacle going for as long as possible. But why was there a sharp-edged stone lying in his chest?
Why was he still frowning now, even half asleep?
Why wouldn't the feeling that he had missed something go away?
Groaning, Ray finally struggled out of bed and sat up with difficulty. When he glanced at the small window next to the bed, he realized it was later than he had thought. Usually, he woke up when it dawned. But now the sun was a little higher, and the colorful dawn had given way to the blue-grey of this autumn day.
'What's wrong with you?' he scolded himself as his gaze slid out the window into the autumnal landscape and onto the shimmering lake. 'You're overthinking. Concentrate on your task.'
"Good morning," Ray greeted and hurried down the stairs from the upper floor to the kitchen, where Evelyn was standing at the cooker with Liam. Again, a wonderful smell hit him. Ray stepped closer to soak it up and looked curiously at the pans and bowls.
"Good morning," Riona greeted him and lifted the coffee cup to her lips.
Liam beamed at him. He had a little flour on his cheek and smiled contentedly while Eve remained silent. The childlike radiance also brought a mild smile to Ryker's lips. He proudly held the spatula in his hand and looked back at the pan before him. The pancake was a little misshapen; the little boy had undoubtedly been allowed to make it himself. The boy waited patiently and dutifully, his eyes fixed on the batter.
"What are you doing, Liam?" he enquired, ignoring the piercing, suspicious look from the side.
"I'm helping Mum with breakfast!" Liam announced proudly, raising the spatula in the air like a sword. A soft but hearty laugh escaped Ryker's throat. You just had to like the boy. Ryker almost envied his childlike, carefree attitude.
