Debbie Herbert - Unmasking The Shadow Man

“That should wrap it up for tonight, men,” Bryce said, hitching up his belt and puffing out his chest. “Appears this is nothing more than another case of vagrants killing one of their own. Probably arguing over alcohol or drugs, I bet.”

“You’re forgetting the car,” Liam pointed out. “There was someone roaming the field, and then we heard a vehicle driving off.”

Bryce chuckled. “Probably just some teenagers making out. You know how kids are.” He nodded at the other two men. “Sam, stay here and keep the crime scene secure until another officer arrives from the midnight shift. George, go on home now. I need to speak to Andrews.”

George left with a wave, Sam resumed searching the ground and Liam was alone with his boss.

“What were you doing over at Harper Catlett’s place?”

“I offered to search her house. She seemed upset this morning about the noises and that email. And someone tried to run her down with a truck. I’ll be writing up a report.”

Bryce popped a stick of clove chewing gum in his mouth. “Let me fill you in on Harper. Her sister, Presley, died in that house seventeen years ago. Harper was only nine at the time. She was the first one on the scene. Claimed she saw a sickly looking man—or creature—hovering over her sister and that he just disappeared into thin air. The police thoroughly searched the place. Nobody had been in that house. Nobody, you understand?”

“So she told me. What are you saying? That she lied?”

“ Lie is a strong word. Maybe a better word is imaginative . After all, she was a kid. Probably woke up from a nightmare and then suffered a trauma when she saw Presley dead. Or it could have been she was thinking of the Shadow Dweller.”

“The Shadow Dweller? What are you talking about?”

“A local legend. Some people—mostly kids—claim to see a filthy, emaciated creature that vanishes the instant he’s spotted. They say he peeks out of house windows or deserted buildings, especially whenever the mailman passes by.” Bryce chuckled. “When items go missing—a jacket, a pecan pie, a blanket—folks blame it on the Shadow Dweller.”

Liam mulled over the new information. “And you think Harper’s mind leaped to the legend when she found her sister?”

“Could be. Took a long time before kids stopped giving her grief about what she claimed to have seen.”

“Kids can be cruel. What did her parents say about it?”

“Her dad had died a year earlier. Ruth, her mom, made Harper go to grief counseling.”

A stab of sympathy shot through him. Must have been pretty tough for Harper. “And you bring all this up because…?”

“Isn’t it obvious? Again, she’s claiming to hear noises in the house and that she received a threatening email. Weird how the proof happened to disappear.”

Anger thrummed along his temples at the insinuation. “Harper’s not crazy.” He’d seen her abrasions from the near run-in with the truck. Those were real, and there had been a witness to the incident.

“Now, now. I didn’t say that.”

“You implied it.”

“I’m merely laying out the facts for you. Might want to take what she says with a grain of salt. You found nothing in her house, correct?”

“Correct,” he reluctantly admitted. “But someone did try to run her over—”

“Just watch your step, that’s all I’m saying. You entered her house, still in uniform, and spent time alone with her. Use caution. Who knows what goes on in that head of hers? I don’t want my department getting a harebrained sexual harassment complaint because Harper’s made up some fantasy in her head about you .”

“Your fears are unwarranted,” he said stiffly. “Doubt I’ll even see her again before she leaves.”

“Might be for the best.”

Although it was offered as a suggestion, Liam understood his boss meant it as an order. Bryce hitched up his pants again and strolled to his car.

Alone in the marsh, Liam ran a hand through his hair and sighed. Porch lights shone from Harper’s house, and he could make out her silhouette where she stood, waiting. He’d return her flashlight and then be on his solitary way. Although he disagreed with his boss as to Harper’s state of mind.

Reluctantly, he returned. Harper opened the screen door and beckoned him inside, but Liam only climbed the porch steps and held out the flashlight. “Thanks for the loan. It came in handy.”

“No problem.” She met him halfway on the steps and took the flashlight. “Can I offer you coffee?”

“Sorry. I need to go back to the station and write up a report. I’ll be on my way.”

She reached out to him, and the heat of her hand bled through his uniform sleeve. “I appreciate you coming over.” An uncertain smile lit her pale face. “Thanks for taking this matter seriously. Not everyone does that for me. But you did.”

“So I heard.”

Harper winced. “Bryce must have filled you in on my past. That didn’t take long.”

“It doesn’t matter what other people think.”

“Easy for you to say.” Harper shrugged. “It took a long time for all that stuff to blow over. Should have realized no one’s forgotten it, though. Hell, I’m not sure I even believe what I saw anymore.”

“I see why you want to sell this place and get back to Atlanta. Lots of bad memories here.”

“And good ones from when all four of us were alive. It wasn’t all bad. Guess all families are complicated that way.”

“Right.” He dug his car keys out of his pocket.

“Maybe I’ll see you around?” she asked.

The wistful note in her voice tugged at him. “Maybe.”

He turned away and started down the steps, conscious of her watching. His legs felt as though they weighed a ton. He didn’t want to leave Harper. That murder had been way too close to her house, right after someone had nearly run her over, and the night grew darker by the minute. What if the murderer had seen them leave her home and head into the marsh where he’d just killed? Unlike Bryce, he didn’t believe it was an instance of the homeless killing one of their own. His boss was lazy, too quick to dismiss the murders as unimportant casualties of the transients turning on one another.

Liam would never forgive himself if he left Harper alone and something happened to her. He had to do more to keep her safe.

Liam turned back to Harper. “Want to go to the store with me? I need to pick up a few things before it closes at nine.”

Her face lit up. “Actually, I’m wound up too tight to relax, and I could use a few things. I’ll grab my purse and meet you out front.”

What Bryce didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. He liked Harper, and he’d been in law enforcement for years. Not as though he were a rookie about to be taken in by a deranged woman. No, he was capable of making his own decisions about a person’s character. Bryce might have distant knowledge of Harper through her sister and mutual acquaintances, but that didn’t mean he knew the woman she’d become.

Soon, she stood by the vehicle, waiting with purse in hand.

“That was quick.” He opened the door for her, and she slid in.

“No time to waste if we want to make it by closing.”

Liam entered the driver’s side and started the engine.

“Is your fridge totally empty?” Harper asked. “That happens to me all the time in Atlanta. I’ll work long hours and forget to shop. I end up eating way too much fast food.”

“The groceries aren’t for me.”

She shot him a questioning glance as he backed out of the driveway.

“It’s for the men we met tonight,” he admitted reluctantly. “Gunner, I guess you could call him their leader, mentioned they’d been searching for the victim. They’d scraped together money for him to buy provisions for a stew tonight.”