🗝️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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With a gentle brake, he brought the old pick-up truck to a halt in front of the café. The door rattled softly before it opened, and Eve got out.
"I'll be right behind you. In the meantime, I'll keep my fingers crossed for you,« Ryker promised, smiling gently. Eve was beside herself. This morning, she had put Liam's cocoa out for him, and Ri had to snatch his coffee from under the boy's nose. Eve had also put the cinnamon buns in the oven for breakfast and then forgotten to turn it on. So there were no sweet buns for breakfast. He had never seen the young woman so nervous. It was cute, but at the same time, he felt sorry for her.
"You can do it, Eve," Ray winked at her, and the whole car seemed to shake as the door slammed shut. He watched Eve enter the café.
Luckily, the little craft store was only a few minutes away from the café, almost at the end of the only street and therefore on the 'edge of town.' Silvershore was tiny, remote, and sometimes seemed like a forgotten spot on the map.
Even the tiny house, a two-story building with a wooden façade, did not initially make an inviting impression. Some dark boards were yellowed, covered in algae and lichen, and bore witness to a lack of care. On the right-hand gable end, ivy had grown up to the roof and taken over the window sills and frames.
His father would have been beside himself at the sight. He would have scolded and cursed how a once undoubtedly beautiful building could be left to run wild and fend for itself. And his mother would probably have snapped at him that they were on vacation. He should stop thinking about work. They wanted to relax ...
His chest tightened a little at this thought. A sad smile accompanied the repressed memories. As the owner of a construction company, his father's thoughts had never been at rest. After all, some houses and objects attracted his father's attention wherever they went, and they had to undergo a critical assessment. Most of the time, they almost triggered a family argument afterward.
In the past, before he joined the army and became a Seal, this had annoyed him. Today, he hardly dared to think about the old days because he would give anything to have his parents with him again. Even if they argued. You only really realized the value of some things and memories when you had lost them.
