🗝️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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His heart stumbled in his chest at the tightening beat. Suddenly, it became clumsy, like fingers that couldn't immediately find the right rhythm for a melody. Icy coldness crept into his fingertips and made them tingle unpleasantly. The barking in the garden rang loudly in his ears.
Ray blinked and stared into the darkness of the night in which he had just detected movement. The seconds dragged on agonizingly, and the wheels of his mind began to grind to a halt. It was as if sand had been poured into the restless gears, and his head had been paralyzed.
He stood as stiff as a statue before the sofa he had just sat on. None of the tense muscles seemed to want to move. Only his eyes stared out of the window, searching for another movement—a confirmation that he wasn't dreaming or imagining things, an assurance that he wasn't starting to see ghosts.
No, he hadn't imagined it.
Chief never acted like that. He was playful and friendly.
How could he be so stupid?
Ryker wanted to scream with rage - especially at himself. Over and over again in the last few days, Chief had barked and then emerged from a corner of the garden or even the woods with some toy. Someone WAS here all the time and had definitely put this crap on the porch! And Chief was only so quiet afterward because the kind-hearted dog had been bribed!
'All this time you've been out there!'
That flashing thought was just what he needed to get his gummed-up mind to start working again.
"Shit!" he bluffed louder than he meant to.
Dylan, or the guy he'd sent, was out there, and this time, he wasn't going to get away!
His stiff limbs suddenly loosened as his upper body tilted forward, and he went into a jerky sprint as if from a standing pistol shot. The parquet flooring bounced under his quick, cracking steps. He almost ran into the door with momentum because he couldn't immediately stop on the slippery floor.
Cold sweat dampened his hand as he reached for the door handle.
>>Clack, clack, clack!<<
Like an idiot, he jiggled the handle before he remembered that he had locked the front door, as Eve had instructed him to do before she had left the house with Riona.
