Unmasking The Shadow Man. Debbie Herbert
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.”
“You’re buying the food for them? You’re a kind man.”
Liam shifted uncomfortably in his seat at her look of admiration. He shrugged. “It’s no big deal. I have a soft spot for the homeless. My uncle used to be one. For all I know, maybe he still is. We haven’t heard from him in years.”
“That’s terrible. Were you close?”
“Not me, but my mother was close to Uncle Teddy. She still harbors an irrational hope of reuniting with him one day.” Liam crossed an intersection, bemused at his admission. He didn’t normally open up to people so quickly.
“Anything’s possible. He might turn up one day out of the blue.”
“I’ve asked around about him, of course. Over a decade ago, he was arrested several times in Baysville for public vagrancy and for living in abandoned buildings. After the last arrest, he spent a few nights in the county jail. Probably a welcome change from cold and hunger. Never was seen or heard from again. I’ve showed old photos of my uncle to Gunner and some of the older guys, but they didn’t recognize him.”
“At least you tried. I’m sure your mom appreciates that.”
They fell into a comfortable silence as he drove through town. A few couples strolled the river walk, and others exited from the main street restaurants that were closing. The scent of crab cakes and lobster was strong enough to detect even in the car. One of the many advantages of living in a tourist town were the great restaurants and bars.
He’d be sad to leave when the time came. His stint in Baysville was temporary, although his boss and coworkers didn’t know that. Only one person knew his real reason for coming, and Liam trusted him to keep that knowledge secret.
“This seems like a great place to grow up,” he noted.
“Mostly. If only…well, if only Presley hadn’t had that accident and I hadn’t seen what I did.” She hesitated. “Or what I thought I saw.”
“Can you describe it again? In more detail?”
“A man hovered over Presley. Extremely pale. When he looked up at me, I couldn’t really read his expression. His eyes were large and full of contradiction—anger, surprise, but mostly fear. Although he couldn’t have been more afraid of me than I was of him.”
“How tall was he?”
“Hard to say since he was bent over, but I don’t think he was a tall man. He wore dirty clothes that were ragged, and his face and arms looked as though they were crusted in dirt. If not for that, he might have been glow-in-the-dark pale. Very sickly looking.”
“The legendary Shadow Dweller, perhaps?”
The corners of her mouth turned down. “Bryce was awfully chatty tonight, wasn’t he? And here I thought he was my friend—that we shared a connection through Presley’s memory.”