🗝️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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Eve turned her head and saw the jacket lying some distance away in the grass among the leaves.
"Chief! Bring it!" Eve ordered and pointed the dog towards the jacket.
The sheepdog obeyed immediately, leaped off, and brought the jacket in a matter of seconds. The fabric fell into her lap, and Chief wagged his tail expectantly.
"Good dog," she quickly took the time to give him a quick pat on the head. The dog seemed content with his world as he shuffled back to Liam and rested his head on the boy's legs.
"Pill... Box!" Ray pressed out between clenched teeth, and Eve couldn't help but remember their first encounter. She immediately remembered the silver tin in the leaves and pressed it against his chest. Did he mean this one?
Her fingers rummaged in the brown and green jacket pockets and found the pillbox with the raven. When Ray reached for it, she let him, but she quickly realized that he couldn't open it himself in this state.
Behind her, Liam wrapped his arms around himself, coughing occasionally while looking worriedly at Ray.
"Liam?" the soaked handyman croaked.
Even now, he was worried about their son, and Eve felt the bitter stab of guilt in her heart.
Gently but firmly, the young woman reached for his hands, which trembled like his life depended on them. The rough fingers felt ice-cold beneath hers. She could feel how cold she was, even though, unlike the others, she wasn't soaked through to the tips of her hair. Only her wet trousers and shirt were sticking to her skin. It was freezing cold, and every breath of wind stung like tiny needles.
"Let me do it," she said, seeking his gaze.
He looked ... horrible, as if he was in pain. His hair was curled into wet strands from the water and stuck wildly and messy all over his forehead. Drops came loose, ran in tiny rivulets over his skin, and dripped from his chin.
"Ray. Please." There was an urgent plea in her expression. From the looks of it, he didn't have the energy to fight back at the moment, had she tried. Nevertheless, she waited until his fingers loosened. Then she took the can from his trembling hands.
