Shadows of the Past

son was a man in his late forties, tall with a weathered face that seemed to reflect the years spent investigating the darker corners of Bayhaven. Claire had known him as a child-he had alway

ed American flag hanging limply by the door. Claire hesitated for a moment before entering,

red desk, flipping through a pile of paperwork. His face was a little more lined than she reme

not looking up. "I heard you were back in t

t might be connected to the disappearance of Eden Harper. My father's name was me

y meeting hers. There was a flicker of recognition in h

s. "That's a name we don't speak much of around here.

sistent. "My father knew something-something he never told me. He left me a letter, a p

nt answers. But some things are better left buried. The Harper case... it was a

ctance, but something in her gut told her he was holding back. "If my father

don't know what your father knew, Claire. But let me tell you this-the truth isn't what you think it is. Eden H

, but Dawson's words sent a chill down her spine. What had really happe

de. The door swung open abruptly, and a man in a dark suit stepped into the roo

id, his voice smooth and aut

just talking with Ms. Thompson. She's here

gaze fixed on the sheriff. "This isn'

y moved aside, allowing the man to approach Claire.

ose from her seat. "Who are you?" she demand

old, calculating look. "I suggest you forget about

hicker. Something was wrong-deeply wrong.

ving the door swinging open behind him. Sheriff Dawson stood the

out?" Claire aske

eplied, his voice strained. "I don't want you getting mixed up in

as letting on. But she wasn't about to back down now. There were too