Authors: Karen Harper
Shattered Secrets (30 page)
“Etta?” he asked.
“Self-inflicted,” Vic said, pointing to his forehead. “Doesn’t quite resemble Dane. You get Sandy and Tess home, and I’ll search the house for Etta’s mother just in case. I’ll call, then wait for the squad and forensics.”
“There’s a dummy of Sybil inside that Miss Etta carried around,” Tess told them. “I think she put it to bed.”
Gabe’s eyes widened, and his mouth dropped open. He pulled her to him. “Let’s take Sandy home while Vic and Jace secure the scene. Then we need to get the forensics team to...to disinter things out here, out back.” Again, he put a hand on one of Sandy’s shaking shoulders. The three of them huddled for a moment, as if they were a little family.
Tess kept rubbing her wrists and hands as the blood and feeling rushed back into them. But, after Gabe lifted Sandy in one arm, Tess did feel Gabe’s free hand clasp hers.
“It’s finally over,” he said as, holding hands, they turned toward the road. “But for us, if you’re willing, Tess, it’s a new start.”
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I
n the sheriff’s vehicle, Sandy sat on Tess’s lap. They were both in the same seat belt with Tess’s arms around the girl. Gabe told Tess how talking to her counselor, Mrs. Parkinson, had been the key to his rushing out to Miss Etta’s house. Now Tess hoped to be able to help Sandy get over her terrors. She’d stay in Cold Creek awhile for that—and to see how things worked out with Gabe.
The clock on the cruiser’s dashboard read 9:58 p.m. as he pulled up in front of the Kenton house. It had only been about ten hours since Miss Etta took her this time, Tess thought, but it seemed an eternity. Electric candles shone in each window of the house, and a sign in the yard read Bring Sandy Home!! Together, she and Gabe were doing exactly that.
But Jill Stillwell’s family would soon face devastation, if, at last, closure. Life was like that, the happy and the horrible all mingled together. Despite that, if Gabe let her, she’d like to face life with him.
Gabe went up to the front door and rang the bell. Tess got out with Sandy in her arms, the child’s arms and legs around her as tight as ropes. Lindell rushed out with Win right behind her.
“Oh, thank you! Thank you, Sheriff! And Tess!”
Lindell hugged Tess and Sandy hard as Tess passed the stunned-looking child into her mother’s arms while her father hugged them both. Tess saw Gabe’s eyes as he tried to blink back tears. She went to stand by him, watching the reunion through shimmering eyes and remembering clearly her own homecoming with her parents.
Tess realized that her return to Cold Creek had actually been a homecoming. Standing next to Gabe, with his arm around her waist, Cold Creek was suddenly starting to feel a lot like home.
* * *
A week later, Gabe and Tess sat at the picnic table behind her house, eating lunch and watching a big reaper harvest the cornfield. “It will be nice to see clearly again,” she told him.
Though it was a long bench, they were sitting close together. He leaned over to plant a kiss on her shoulder, then put his steak sandwich down and wiped his hands. “And can you see clearly—about us?”
She turned to face him and put her cola can down. They both leaned inward. It started out as a little kiss, burned brighter as they squeezed even closer. Despite all the difficult and tragic things that had happened, including the forensics experts unearthing Jill’s and Sybil’s bodies from the old graveyard, Tess felt almost content.
When they finally broke apart, she smiled. “It’s not fair you ask me something like that right before a McCord kiss. I can’t think when you do that. But yes—I want to be with you, and I’m not afraid of being here anymore. If I get enough money for this house, this area could use a good day care center. Lindell said Sandy will be my first student, and I know the time I’m spending with her now is helping.”
“Then I have a proposition for you.”
Her insides cartwheeled. “Such as?”
“Let’s sell both of our properties and buy one place on the Old Town side of Cold Creek. Then we’d have enough to build your day care out the side, the front—I don’t know—of our home, so your commute would be nothing and mine would be less than now. If you like that idea we will go on from there, and, when we’re ready, we can talk about other proposals too. So how do you feel about everything?”
This man in her life—and the town of Cold Creek—had seemed so scary just a few weeks ago. But now it seemed perfect.
“I like the way you think, Sheriff McCord. As a matter of fact, I like everything about you. And I know what I’m getting into with the demands of your job. Yet I believe you are worth the price of that or anything.”
They kissed again, harder, longer. And the roar of the big reaper cutting and shredding the past seemed like music to her ears.
* * * * *
Author’s Note
Shattered Secrets
is book one of a trilogy set in Cold Creek. When Tess’s very different sisters come home for her wedding, they both become involved in crime and love.
Forbidden Ground
will feature Kate as the heroine, and
Broken Bonds,
Char’s story, will follow after that.
I did my undergraduate work in Athens, Ohio (English major, of course!), on the edge of the Appalachian foothills where I chose to set this trilogy, so I do know that fascinating area well. Also, our good friends Dr. Roy and Mary Ann Manning live in Chillicothe, so we have visited there and been given several tours of the area. The mingling of people in this stunningly beautiful region makes a perfect background for conflict in this Cold Creek trilogy.
My ideas for these novels are literally ripped from the headlines. I enjoy writing books where an “average” woman’s life is impacted by crime or tragedy. The police may help her, but she also manages to find the strength and courage to solve the crime herself. And rural areas are no exception, unfortunately, for unusual crimes.
I’m grateful for the tour I was able to take of the BCI (Bureau of Criminal Identification and Investigation) headquarters in London, Ohio. The tour included the latest information of many aspects of criminal investigation, which I am using in these novels. Victor Reingold and other BCI agents, however, are fictional and are only based in some ways on actual agents.
Crimes against children have certainly been in the news in horrific ways as I write this novel. Nothing is worse than harming innocents.
The two books I found most helpful about childhood trauma and various types of amnesia as background for this story are both by Dr. Lenore Teri, M.D.
Unchained Memories: True Stories of Traumatic Memories Lost and Found
and
Too Scared To Cry: Psychic Trauma In Childhood.
On Gabe’s explosive ordnance disposal unit in Iraq, I consulted
The Long Walk: A Story of War and the Life That Follows
by Brian Castner.
Considering the villain in this novel, I must make the point that I do
love
librarians. I would probably not be a fiction writer if it weren’t for libraries and their keepers over the years. Nor would much of my education, teaching career or author research have been possible without the help of librarians. My author collection of books and papers is in the care of the Ohio State University Rare Books and Manuscripts Department in Columbus, Ohio, and the librarians there are friends and supporters. Thanks to Dr. Geoffrey Smith and all in charge there.
Happy (and scary!) reading. Please visit my website at
www.KarenHarperAuthor.com
.
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ISBN-13: 9781460338414
SHATTERED SECRETS
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