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“Hey.” Her throat was raw from crying. “What’s up?”
“Cassie.” Harris’ voice was low. Quiet. “Am I interrupting?
“No.” She was on high alert now. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t really know how to say this. It doesn’t feel real.”
“Adelaide.” Cassie’s heart sank right into the ground next to Sarah’s empty grave. “What happened?”
“It’s David.”
Cassie felt the bile rising in her throat. She didn’t know what to say. Didn’t know if she could speak anymore. Didn’t remember how to breathe.
“He’s dead.”
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Etched in Shadow
A Cassie Quinn Mystery (Book Four)
by L.T. Ryan & K.M. Rought
Copyright © 2021 by L.T. Ryan, K.M. Rought, and Liquid Mind Media, LLC. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be copied, reproduced in any format, by any means, electronic or otherwise, without prior consent from the copyright owner and publisher of this book. This is a work of fiction. All characters, names, places and events are the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously.
Etched in Shadow Chapter 1
Detective Adelaide Harris missed the chill of Montana’s mountain air. There was something invigorating about the biting cold. Most people would bury themselves deeper into the comfort of their warm bed, but not her. She lived for the way it sharpened her senses and lit up her nerve endings.
Savannah’s mornings were never cold enough for her. Even now, in the middle of December, the nightly temperatures rarely dipped below forty. Every morning, the soft heat of the day coaxed her back to sleep. Coffee overheated her body, and she was forced to take cold showers to remind her of those longed-for chilly mornings back home.
But today was different.
This morning, she had been awake the moment her feet hit the living room carpet. The only sound she heard was Chief Clementine’s voice echoing in her head. Harris had fallen asleep on the couch again, and the peal of her phone’s ringtone woke her from an uneasy rest. The sun had risen hours ago, and as she fumbled for her phone, she wondered how she could’ve overslept. When she finally raised the phone to her ear, Clementine sounded surprised, like she had almost gotten away with not having to pass along the news.
Harris had always respected Chief Clementine’s strength and dedication, her innate inability not to mince words. So, when Harris heard the hesitation in Clementine’s voice, something shifted inside her. Her body prepared for the worst, and when it came, she absorbed the shock to her system.
“I need you to come in.” Clementine weighed her words. “Something’s happened.”
That’s all the Chief had told her. Something’s happened. But Harris knew what it was, even if she couldn’t put it into words. The dread pooling in her stomach sent a cold chill up her spine. It worked its way into the base of her neck, where it caused the hair on the back of her head to stand on end.
Still, she took the time to shower. Get dressed. Eat breakfast. She didn’t dawdle, but she didn’t rush. It wouldn’t have changed the outcome of the situation, and she’d need her strength for the day.
Clementine had brought her into the station to break the news. Harris didn’t bother asking questions or denying the validity of the Chief’s claim. She had walked into Clementine’s office with a stone mask on her face, and she had refused to let it slip in front of her superior officer.
Or anyone else for that matter.
Harris only wanted one thing—to see the body. Clementine had protested. Harris had insisted. She would not back down, and after a full minute’s deliberation, the Chief had relented. She drove the detective to the scene herself, which was all the better for Harris. She may have been able to control her face, but she couldn’t control the shaking of her hands.
The twenty-minute ride to a warehouse just outside the city proper was a silent one. Harris did not feel motivated to fill the silence, and she assumed Clementine didn’t either. Any words at this point would have been empty. Proof, evidence, and tangible details were the only elements that mattered.
