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Shadow Lake
SHADOW LAKE
a chainbooks publication
Starter Chapter by William J. Humphrey, Jr.
Final Chapter by Patty Greywacz
Alternate Ending by Sarah Madderra
Edited by Nancy Arant Williams, Gregory S. Humphrey
and Emily Davis
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Publication Information
Copyright 2011
chainbooks, llc
all rights reserved. No part of this book may be
reproduced in any form,
except for the inclusion of brief quotations in review,
without
permission in writing from the publisher.
ISBN-13: 978-0-982-05461-1
First Edition - October 2011
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ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
chainbooks is an on-line social network for authors from all walks
of life to gather with the goal of creating manuscripts one chapter
at a time. Shadow Lake is our first such publication that has
combined the collaborative efforts of twenty-four different writers
of various skills, experiences and nationalities.
While there are a tremendous amount of people that deserve
mention on these pages we would be remiss if we did not mention
our Partners and Board Members that worked to get chainbooks
off of the ground (Sallyann, David, James, Matthew, Rory and
Patty) our Investors that funded our start up, our friends and
families that encouraged a dream that took two years to come to
fruition, my wife Sallyann who has worked tirelessly throughoutthis process and never stopped loving me, our friends Mark and
Angie, Val and Pastor David who motivated us, all the authors
who’s positive words stimulated and encouraged us when we
wanted to give up and Christine Rockwell who left us too early
but not too early to be an inspiration to press on (sorry the first
book wasn’t about you).
Thank you and we all hope you enjoy our efforts. Please read this
with the understanding that twenty-four people combined on this
effort, writing each chapter in less than five days and none had
any earthly idea what was happening next or where it was going,
but we hope it entertains you as much as it has entertained us.
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Contributing Authors
William J. Humphrey, Jr., Ohio, USAJ. Matthew Evon, Tennessee, USA
Gregory S. Humphrey, Tennessee, USA
Rory Anderson, Perth, Australia
Tim Anderson, New Zealand
Traci Carnes, South Carolina, USA
Brooke Williams, Nebraska, USA
Michaela Graf-Jones, Florida, USAMarie Williams, Maryland, USA
Sue Tripp, Pennsylvania, USA
Kate Barber, Tennessee, USA
Mya Barrett, Georgia, USA
David Higginbotham, Virginia, USA
Leah Hughes, Georgia, USA
David Velarde, Tennessee, USARochelle Devoe, Colorado, USA
Jes Starr, New York, USA
Liora Halevi, Massachussetts, USA
Vicki Miller, Idaho, USA
Tonya Stokes, Louisiana, USA
Angel Granata, Colorado, USA
Patty Greywacz, New Hampshire, USASarah Madderra, Missouri, USA
Contributing Editors
Nancy Arant Williams, Missouri, USA
Gregory Humphrey, Tennessee, USA
Emily Davis, Virginia, USA
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IntroductionThe initial author’s concept of Shadow Lake was that a retired
Police Officer from Chicago, Illinois was visiting a small town
in Wisconsin on a weekend trip. The visitor was attempting to
get back to nature, visit an old friend, determine if this was to
be his retirement home and to reaffirm his relationship with
God. With the assistance of the creative minds of twenty-three writers, Shadow Lake has much more to offer. Follow
all of the twists and turns imaging how you may have changed
the story. Each writer was given five days to read the previous
chapter and write their chapter. Never knowing what would
be put in place before them, that is the intrigue of a
chainbooks publication and the mystique of
Shadow Lake.
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Chapter One
The gravel of the old road crunched under the
weight of the pickup’s tires as it slowly made its way
down the grade. The side of the mountain was lined with
tall pines among outcroppings of boulders. A narrow,
potholed stretch, it had been a long hard ride up, andnow Cliff Morgan was hoping it would be a very quick
ride down. He had to pee like a racehorse. He glanced
over at his coffee thermos. Coffee may be the work of the
devil . On the other hand, maybe he was just getting older
and his bladder couldn’t take the strain like it used to.
Out the passenger’s side window, he could see the
glistening surface of Shadow Lake—his destination.
Maybe his retirement locale. Maybe his final resting
place. The town nestled around one end of the lake
looking small and quaint—picturesque. Just as it had
been described to him by his old friend, Ben Jackson.Ben had moved here almost twelve years ago and told
him that the place was just about as peaceful and quiet as
you would ever want a place to be. He was looking
forward to seeing Ben again and reliving old times.
Thoughts of Ben and the little town vanished into
thin air as he came back to the reality of his situation. He
still had to pee. He reluctantly pulled the truck over and
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stopped. He got out and paused long enough to look
once more at the lake. He took a deep breath of the fresh,crisp air and then hurried around to the back of the truck
and did his business.
The rough gravel road eventually spilled out onto
a newly paved section that led directly into town.
Simpson’s Creek was located just this side of town. A
short, rickety-looking wooden bridge represented the
line between Shadow Lake and the rest of the world. A
sign on the far side of the bridge proclaimed the town to
be “A Peaceful Place.” Cliff chuckled.
He pulled his pickup into the first empty spot
along the beginning of the street. Stepping out hesurveyed the little town. A narrow main street populated
with single story buildings. A combination grocery store
and gas station. A post office that looked much like it
had been a private home converted many years ago. A
small bait shop. The sheriff’s office.
A sheriff’s office, he thought to himself. I’ll have
to stop in and say hello.
Cliff unzipped his jacket. There, his detective’s
badge hung from his belt. He touched the badge, by
force of habit. He always carried it, even on vacation. He
believed that being a detective was a twenty-four-hour-a-day, seven-day-a-week job. Always on. Always ready.
Maybe that was why he was thinking so hard about
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retirement. He felt weary and worn down by always
being on. He zipped his jacket and started a leisurelystroll down the main street.His first stop would be the
bait shop. Entering the place, he had to make sure he
didn’t bump his head. He was not a tall man, five-feet
ten inches, but the place had a very low doorway. Once
inside his senses were barraged with all sorts of musty
smells and a wide variety of antique fishing gear. Most
of it looked like it had probably been around when he
was a kid.
The old man who ran the place popped up from a
chair stationed behind the counter. “Can I ’elp ya?” The
man had a New England accent, Bostonian if he wasn’tmistaken. Cliff liked to play a little game with himself
trying to pinpoint the exact origin of a person’s dialect.
He was guessing Boston on this one.
“No. No. I’m just looking around.” He picked up a
few items of miscellaneous fishing gear, slowly turned
them over in his hand, studying them for a time, and
then put them back in their respective bins.
“You ain’t from around here, are ya?”
“No. I just came to town to look at some property
about half way across the lake there.” He absently
gestured toward the lake.The old man peered out the window of his shop
and took note of the license plate on Cliff’s pickup.
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“Illinoy. I figure Chicago, by the sound of ya.”
For the second time that afternoon Cliff had tochuckle. He thought only police detectives studied
dialects.
“Yeah, you’re right. South side of Chicago. I’m
getting ready to retire and hoping to set up housekeeping
down here.”
The old man pulled a piece of wood out of his
back pocket and a knife from under the counter and
began to whittle nonchalantly.
“Well, I can tell ya this, mister. You couldn’t have
picked a finer spot to settle down. The people here are
real nice and—well, you know the country’s just aboutas pretty as it gets.”
They both looked out the window toward the foot
of Bald Mountain just on the other side of the creek. The
lake had already started turning a deep, dark blue in the
shadow of the mountain, just after the sun crested its
peak. It was a far cry from Chicago.
Cliff sighed. “How long have you been here?”
The old man paused. “Goin’ on nearly ten years
now. I was an angler ‘fore that. Commercial, had a rig
out of a little town north of Boston.”
“Boston.” You nailed that one. “Why did youquit?”
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The old man looked at Cliff as if he’d just asked
the dumbest question he’d ever heard. “Fishin’s hard—a job for young men. Besides that, the kind of winters we
had. Not suited to an old man like me. Not suited to no
one really. Colder than a witch’s ti ...” He stopped
himself. He started back in on his piece of wood. “You
planning on doing any fishin’?”
Cliff didn’t even have to think about it. He nodded
enthusiastically. “Oh, yeah. If the place I’m looking at is
even half-way decent, I’ll be fishing before I unpack. “
The old man smiled, showing a few gaps where
teeth used to be. “Hey now, don’t forget to get a license.
You can pick one up at the sheriff’s office.”“I was headed up that way. I’m looking forward to
meeting him. “ The old man was trying to carve a
delicate notch cut into the wood and only half-listening
to Cliff. “Meeting who?”
“Your sheriff.” The old man smiled again. Not as
big a smile this time. “Her. Her name is Linda. Linda
Spencer. She’s been the sheriff since about three years
after I got here.”
A female sheriff. This ought to be interesting.
“Her brother was sheriff before her,” the man
continued. “Then he died in the line of duty and the townelected her to take his place.”
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“In the line of duty, you say?” Cliff began taking
mental notes then stopped himself. You’re not inChicago and this isn’t an investigation. Just cool it.
“Ya. He was checking out some vandalism or
some such thing. And I guess he was maybe too close to
the road. Some drunk, some kid, or some drunken kid hit
’em. Broke his back and then left him in the ditch to
die.”
The old man bowed his head. “Tragic thing. He
was a good man.”
Cliff didn’t know what to say. “I’m sorry.”
The old man put the stick of wood back in his rear
pocket and brushed the shavings off his coveralls.“Well, you let me know if you need any fishin’
gear, won’t ya.”
Cliff headed toward the front door, remembering
to lower his head. “I’m sure I’ll be seeing you.” He
waved his hand.
“Oh, I know you will...” the old man said. Once
Cliff was outside the door, he yelled in a louder voice, “I
got the best night crawlers in this part of the county.”
While walking down the street Cliff looked up at
Bald Mountain. It towered over both the town and the
lake, a huge protective mass that sheltered the town fromthe rest of civilization.
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The Post Office. He looked in through the big
picture window. Just as he thought, it was oncesomeone’s home. They had added a counter, some
shelves, P.O. boxes, and had cut a new door to a back
room. Tile flooring covered a floor that had probably
once been thick shag carpet in a living room. A young-
looking, perky blonde, wearing a light blue postal
uniform top, was busy wrapping a package for an elderly
lady. Her lips and her hands were moving a mile a
minute. People like to talk in this town, he thought.
Next was a building that Cliff had missed when he
first looked over the town. It was the smallest
barbershop he had ever seen. He cupped his hand toshade his eyes and peered in the window. One chair.
Three waiting seats. Out of date calendars hanging on
the walls. Magazines that he was sure were at least three
or four years old. He could just imagine the smell of
musty newspapers and hair tonic. He brushed his
graying mop back with his fingers and read the sign
hanging on the door. Open Tuesday, Wednesday and
Thursday 10 a.m. to 4 p.m.
“Now there’s a guy who knows the value of a long
weekend,” he said to himself. He made a mental note to
pay the barber a visit if he was still here on Tuesday. Thesheriff’s office was located a couple of doors down the
street. The door stuck a little at its bottom as Cliff tried
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to open it, and he had to put a little shoulder into it. He
looked down at the scarred threshold, worn down by thescraping motion. An electronic tone sounded in one of
the back rooms to signal his entry. He heard the distant
sound of shuffling papers and then footsteps.
As he walked into the main room of the office he
noted how much it looked like all the other sheriff’s
offices he had ever been in, and he had been in a lot of
them. A counter at the front, a desk behind that, most-
wanted posters hanging on the walls, and a gun cabinet
in the corner. He felt right at home. All his life, or at
least as far back as he could remember, he had been
totally engaged in the pursuit of police work. He lovedevery part of it and had always been around others who
enjoyed the work as much as he did.
The sheriff emerged from her office holding a
small stack of papers. Skimming them as she walked,
her reading glasses were perched precariously on the end
of her nose. She was quite an attractive woman. Cliff
guessed her to be about forty-eight, maybe ten to fifteen
pounds overweight, but not fat. The extra bulk was in all
the right places and her khaki uniform blouse seemed to
fit her like a glove. She had shoulder-length blonde hair.
She did not look up until she reached the counter.“How can I help you, hon?” she asked as she took
off her glasses and looked up. Blue eyes. Smooth, clear
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skin and dimples. Cliff was still making his assessment
of her and was slow to respond.“Um, a couple of things. I need to get some
directions to a friend's cabin.” He felt his face flush
slightly.
She placed the papers, face down, on the counter
top and folded her glasses on top of them.
"Well, I'll help you if I can. What's your friend's
name?”
“It's Jackson. Ben Jackson. Do you know him?”
Sheriff Spencer flashed an amused smile.
“Sweetie, around here everyone knows everyone.” She
said the words in a southern belle voice that sounded alittle sarcastic to Cliff. She motioned out the window
toward the lake. “You take the lake road about half a
mile and you'll come to Larson's Pass Road. Turn onto it
and Ben's cabin is the sixth or seventh on the right.”
“What color is it?” He had to ask the question, just
in case the directions weren't that accurate.
“It has cedar siding on it and a red roof. You'll see
it, honey. Can't miss it.”
Cliff nodded and looked around the room again in
deep thought. The sheriff watched him for a second and
then broke the awkward pause. “Are you looking tomove down here?”
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Why would she ask me that? Before he could run
the possibilities in his mind, she spoke again, “I mean,Ben had mentioned that he had told a couple of his
friends about our neck of the woods, and I figured you
were probably one of them.” Her warm smile showed off
her dimples. “Besides, I know the Shaw place just went
up for sale.”
Cliff grinned. It was the same deduction he would
have made. He took a moment to look at her. Very little
makeup. She wore her age well and did not try to hide it.
Cliff appreciated that in a woman. He found her lack of
vanity both charming and refreshing. “Yes I am,” he
answered. “The Shaw's place. Is it nice?”“Sure is and it’s just about a quarter mile from
Ben’s cabin. Do you know how to get there?”
Cliff nodded. “They sent me a map and a picture.”
A quiet little buzzer went off and the sheriff looked over
at the phone, and saw one of its lights pulsing. “Excuse
me, hon. I'm the only one here.”
She listened intently and then replied, “Thanks for
the call, Cyrus. I'll get out there as soon as I can and
check it out. No, don't worry. I'll take care of it.”
She hung up and picked up the threads of the
conversation without losing a beat. “It's a newer place.They were real nice people. It's a shame they had to sell,
but Sarah had allergies and they decided to move out
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West. I hope you get it.” She thrust her hand out toward
him and gave him a firm handshake, more substantialthan he had expected.
“My name's Linda Spencer.”
Suddenly Cliff realized that he hadn't introduced
himself. All of his years on the force had trained him that
the first point of business was to introduce himself. Well,
he thought, this isn't business. It's all about retirement
now. Over the past few weeks, he had been trying to
remove himself from his work mode. Maybe it was
working.
“I'm sorry. I'm Cliff Morgan.”
She smiled. “Well, it's nice to meet you, Cliff.”“You too, sheriff.” He reached for his wallet and
pulled it out of his back pocket. “The other thing I came
in for was a fishing license. I hear you sell them here.”
“Sure do.” She hastened to add, “You may want to
wait until you buy that house. There’s a significant
difference in price for residents and nonresidents, you
know.”
He shook his head and put his wallet back in his
pocket. “Well,” he said with a chuckle, “I suppose
there’s no sense in throwing money away. I’m getting
ready to retire and I may as well start thinking about budgeting now.”
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She looked at him skeptically, as if she believed
he was too young to retire, and although she didn’t sayit, he still felt somewhat flattered.
He turned away from her and looked out the big
window in the front of the office. “It’s really beautiful
down here. A peaceful place, just like the sign says.”
“Well, not always.” She looked down at the note
she had just written. “That call was from an old geezer
outside of town who hasn’t got used to the fact that
young men sometimes play their music too loud.” She
smiled another amused smile. “It’s probably not all that
loud. I think Cyrus is just a little bit sweet on me.”
Cliff smiled and changed the tone of theconversation as quickly as he could, before he said
something he might later regret. “I’ve just felt the need
to take the time to smell the roses, go fishing, read a
book, all the things I never took the time to do before.”
He paused for a long moment. “My wife died several
years ago, and I guess when something like that happens
you start thinking differently about things.” He had no
intention of relating all the details. Cervical cancer. A
horrid, merciless disease that had robbed Ellen of her
will to live. All that pain, and the treatment was almost
as bad as the disease itself. Chemotherapy—injecting poison into the body in the hope that only the bad cells
will be killed off. Agony and suffering day after day.
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Had it really been worth it, to extend her life for a few
more miserable years?Cliff turned his head to the side. He had no more
tears, but the memories still brought pain. God, did I
make those last few years any easier for her? Every day
I hope and pray I did. She deserved that much. She didn't
deserve to have her dignity stripped from her in such a
cruel way. There, he did it; he didn’t go on and on to
someone about Ellen. In a strange way, it felt good that
he had stopped himself.
Linda read the look on his face and changed the
subject. “So how long have you and Ben been friends?”
He stood up straighter. “We go way back. We actuallyknew each other in high school. We used to have the best
time just talking. He’s such a character, a good talker,
and so imaginative. He can convince you that he’s been
places he’s only seen in picture books.” Cliff chuckled
and Linda smiled.
This little town was going to be good for him; he
just felt it in his bones. He was already comfortable
enough to let go and relax. He hadn’t looked at his watch
since he exited his truck. In some undefinable way he
had already begun the metamorphosis from high-energy
police detective to average retired guy.“What line of work are you in?” Linda asked.
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“Same as yours.” The statement seemed to catch
her a little off guard. He continued. “I work—worked for the Chicago PD twenty-six years.”
“Oh, a big city detective.” She suddenly looked
down at her watch. “Well listen, honey, you better get
going if you want to make it out to the Shaw place
before dark.”
He once again glanced out the window. “You’re
probably right. Well, it was nice meeting you.” He
touched two fingers quickly to his forehead in a sort of
mock salute. “Hopefully I'll be back soon to get that
fishing license.”
When he turned to leave, he pulled hard on theknob and heard her mutter softly, “A big city detective.”
The road was heavily shaded, rough and winding.
The trees seemed to encroach on its space and he
thought it was a good thing that the area didn’t get much
snow. It would really make it hard to get around if it did.
They probably couldn't even get a snowplow through it.
Then he wondered if the town even owned a snowplow.
He drove along for about ten minutes and was sure
he had taken a wrong turn back at the last fork when he
saw a cabin that matched the photo in his hand.
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Chapter Two
It would soon be dark, so Cliff thought he would
peer through a few windows of the Shaw house. Less
than ten years old, the cedar cabin was nice but not fancy
by any means, which was just what he had been hoping
for in a retirement residence. The house seemed solid
and quite charming. He had driven down the main road
and then into the driveway that approached the south
side of the house. About ten feet behind the house was a
trickling creek in which nature had staggered large
mossy rocks that only amplified the sound of moving
water.
A long, narrow porch covered nearly the entire
front of the house, and at one end a porch swing hung
invitingly from one of the porch beams. From what he
could see through the front window he estimated it to be
about 1500 square feet, probably a three bedroom. It had
several exterior doors, including one on a back enclosed
porch that entered what appeared to be the kitchen. A
dining room in front of the kitchen had its own entrance
through a quaint set of French doors that opened onto the
front porch. He made his way around the house and
cupped his hands around his eyes at each window to
look into each room, trying to get the lay of the land
from the outside. Out of habit, he checked each knob to
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see if it was locked. He ended his tour at the French door
on the front porch. On the far end of the house a smallcovered porch jutted out from the rear of the cabin,
which meant it extended almost over the creek in the
back. Again he looked through the window that, from
the inside, would have a nice view of the creek. Just
before walking away, he thought to give the usual check
to the knob of the solid back door. It was unlocked.
He assumed that Shaw or perhaps a real-estate
agent had left the door unlocked for potential buyers.
Using this as justification, he entered what was no doubt,
a small bedroom, with an open door on the left interior
wall that led to a bathroom shared with a second bedroom on the other side. The room had a solitary
porcelain light fixture in the center of the ceiling with a
seventy-five watt light bulb hanging low, waiting to light
the room. Another interior door held a position on the far
wall of the bedroom directly across from the door he had
just entered. This door was currently closed, and it
piqued his interest. The hardwood floors groaned under
his weight as he walked across the small room. The
daylight was fading fast, but the bare windows invited
the last of the light to linger. He planned to make his tour
quick; he was not fond of navigating unfamiliar roads inthe dark of night.
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The closed door had the type of knob and
hardware you would see on an exterior door—the typethat took a skeleton key, which he found somewhat
intriguing. He took hold of the black knob, turned and
pulled, but it wouldn’t budge. He wondered if it was
locked, but gave it another tug, pulling harder. The door
opened, creaking in opposition as it swung wide to
reveal a closet. Another door exited the closet into
another bedroom on the far side, this one a little larger
than the last, perhaps the master bedroom. With no
central hallways there was a third bedroom on the far
side of the living room. It was an odd configuration, but
interesting. The second bedroom exited through a door into the living room that opened onto the long, covered
front porch. He really liked the large windows that made
what was actually a mid-sized room seem much larger
and more open. He could easily visualize where he
would put his large screen TV and a recliner. He was
mentally arranging his other furniture when he suddenly
heard the back door slam shut.
Startled, he quickly took a strategic position
against a wall and reached for his sidearm. But his
holster was empty; upon his arrival in town he had taken
it out and placed it under the seat of his vehicle.Believing he was in a safer place than Chicago, he had
assumed there was nothing to be concerned about, and
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yet he couldn’t stifle the years of police instincts that
automatically kicked into gear. He’d been on the job toolong not to respond that way. Searching his memory he
tried to recall if the offending door had been left open or
closed when he entered through the rear porch door. He
was sure he had closed it, out of habit—standard
procedure. He decided to see if he could retrace his steps
through the house and get back to the rear bedroom by
the way of the small bathroom he noticed when he first
walked in. From the living room, he made his way
through one of the bedrooms that shared the bathroom
and then headed toward the rear door where he had
entered. The outside door was closed, and he decided hehad seen enough; by then the sunlight was all but gone.
He exited onto the porch and shut the door with force
and listened to see if the slamming sound was similar to
what he heard earlier. While it sounded like a door slam,
it certainly didn’t clear up the mystery. Maybe I
neglected to pull the door shut and the wind decided to
do it for me.
He made his way around the front of the house,
and glanced onto the porch where he saw what looked
like paper sticking out from under the welcome mat that
he hadn’t noticed on his first pass.If the Shaws had moved, leaving the house empty,
it would be the neighborly thing to do to check out the
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note, possibly left by someone who didn’t know they
had moved. Plus, his law enforcement instincts couldnever resist the temptation to investigate something like
a mysterious note. He lifted the mat and picked up a
plain post card. On the front, it said only “POST
CARD.” On the other side was nothing but the numbers
“30567.” It didn’t seem like an important message,
perhaps just a set of numbers to the lock box realtors
used, but a look around told him there was no lock box.
After a moment’s pause he replaced the card, hiding it
completely under the welcome mat.
Once he settled into the seat of his truck, he
reached under the seat and felt for his thirty- eight. Thecold steel brought a familiar sense of comfort as his
fingers found the barrel of his gun right where he had
left it. At that moment he decided that, vacation or not,
he would keep his sidearm with him the next time he
decided to explore empty houses or the like. He had just
reached down and turned the key in the ignition, when a
shadow from inside the house abruptly caught his
attention at it went past a window. Had someone been in
the house when he was there? Maybe the door was
slammed by someone coming in behind him.
Cliff sat and thought about it for a few secondswhile keeping an eye on the house, trying to decide
whether it was any of his business if there was a squatter
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in the cabin. What bothered him most was the idea that
someone else had been there at the same time he was andhad never announced himself. But then again, he hadn’t
gone out of his way to announce his own arrival either.
He shut off the engine and decided he would just go
knock on the front door and see who answered. As he
got out of his truck and started toward the house, he
realized it was already quite dark. The few dim rays of
the setting sun now did little to shed any light on the
cabin at all.
Reaching out he opened the screen door and
knocked on the lower part of the front door, just below
its window. No one came to the door, nor did he see anysign of life inside. He knocked again, harder this time.
When there was still no answer he turned and made his
way back to the truck, unwilling to hunt in the dark for
an unknown subject. He really liked this place and hoped
to live there sometime in the near future, but the idea of
someone squatting there without invitation really
creeped him out. Out of curiosity he waited another five
minutes, knocking intermittently, with no results. Then
he decided it was time to go inside. He made his way
back around to the back of the house where he had left
the door unlocked. It would be great to sleepaccompanied by the sounds of the creek, he thought to
himself. For a moment he indulged his imagination
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trying to picture himself there, enjoying retirement,
living in the little cedar cabin, falling asleep in hisrecliner to a late night ball game with the sound of
rippling water filtering in through an open window.
Enough of wool gathering; he pulled out his thirty- eight
and reached for the knob of the back door.
As he turned the knob, it refused to budge; it was
locked. He studied the door and its hardware. It was
similar to the closet door inside the back bedroom, with
a lock made for a skeleton key. That meant that someone
would have to have a key to lock it. Who was in there?
And why were they hiding? He knocked hard on the
back door, this time calling out, “Anybody home?” Stillno answer. His frustration level was rising; he just
wanted to know what was going on. Was there a squatter
living here or someone just hiding out? Heck, it could
just be a couple of kids, now afraid that they might be in
trouble for trespassing. Whatever the case, he had to
have an answer before heading down the road.
Once again he yelled to no avail. Maybe the
shadowy figure had just been the sun playing tricks as it
set for the evening. But if that was the case it did not
explain how the unlocked door was now locked. Who
had a key? Not that a skeleton key was that hard to come by; just about any hardware store sold them, and there
were only a few different variations.
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Finally he grew weary of the game and decided it
would be better to investigate the situation after a goodnight’s sleep. He made his way back around the house
again, looking in each window from a distance, looking
for signs of life inside, but there were none.
The temperature had suddenly plunged within the
past fifteen minutes, and he pulled the collar of his
jacket up around his ears to protect them from the cold
wind.
After climbing into the truck he stuck his thirty-
eight into his belt, put the key in the ignition and started
the engine; he waited a moment and then turned the heat
on high. As he put the truck into reverse and turned tolook out the rear window to back out of the driveway, he
could not help but feel that he was being watched. He
chose not even to look back as he drove away.
Tomorrow would be a new day, with plenty of time to
tour potential new homes.
He now faced the challenging task of maneuvering
down more narrow, winding roads in the dark to locate
Ben’s house. His short adrenalin rush after the door
slam, was a thing of the past, and he felt drained. He
wasn’t even retired yet but was already looking forward
to quiet, uneventful evenings. His first night in ShadowLake had been far more adventurous than he
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wanted. He could only hope that Ben’s house wasn’t far
down the road and would offer a warm bed and a goodnight’s sleep.
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Chapter Three
Finding Ben’s cabin turned out to be no easy task.
He had gotten the same simple directions from everyone:
just turn by the empty field near the corner, and you
can’t miss it. Right. He finally concluded that one of two
things was true: either he had taken a wrong turn, or both
the sheriff and Ben had a warped sense of distance when
measuring a quarter mile. In the headlights he could see
the reflection of snow softly falling. The farther he drove
the heavier the snowfall. Would he ever make it to Ben’s
place?
“Snow’s more here than it does in Chicago,” Cliff
murmured aloud. The words were barely out before he
realized he was doing it again—talking to Ellen as if she
were beside him, as she had been for nearly thirty years
as his best friend and companion. She had been gone for
nearly five years, but the habit remained. As always he
paused to listen, as if waiting for her to speak, even
knowing it wouldn’t happen. He still talked to her every
day either on purpose or out of simple habit.
Sheriff Spencer was the first woman he had really
noticed since Ellen’s passing. As an investigator he
couldn’t help but look at every other woman with a
jaded eye, wondering if she had killed her husband,
robbed a liquor store, or written a bad check. It was an
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occupational hazard for a cop, something he couldn’t
help. He wondered if he would ever change, so thatwhen he looked at people he could see the good in them
rather than feeling suspicious and dissecting every little
word and action. Maybe then he could take things at face
value. But if other cops were any indication of what the
future held he saw little hope for change.
Tilting his head he saw his own tire tracks and
realized he’d seen this place twice before; he was going
around in circles.
“Ahh—if I see that signpost one more time I’m
just going to run it down,” he said, feeling his frustration
rising along with exhaustion. “Or just shoot it.” Hereached down to his belt to grab his gun and frowned; it
was gone.
“What the...” He felt around the truck cab that was
now in darkness, except for the dim light of the dash.
The snow was coming down much harder now.
He knew a good detective should never be without
his sidearm, but he figured it had just slipped out and
fallen between the seats—a disturbing thought. The
messy truck had been the one sore subject between them
while Ellen was alive. She hated the Peppermint Patty
wrappers, empty cheese curl bags, crushed plastic water bottles and loose change that fell from his pockets.
Knowing it sounded defensive he said, “I know. I’ll
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clean it up tomorrow.” He had said it out of habit, to
appease the now-absent Ellen, but as always, knew hehad no intention of cleaning it up. She had always seen
right through those old excuses. He shook his head,
blaming fatigue. He was arguing with a ghost of the past;
obviously old habits died hard.
He slid his hand deep into the crack between the
seats, searching for his gun, but found nothing. Just then
he turned his attention toward a flash of movement,
glimpsing a dark, shadowy figure just to the side of the
roadway. Instantly he jerked the wheel to avoid hitting it
—not a good thing to do on snowy, dark roads, in the
middle of the night. He pumped the brakes, but the tireslost traction and began to slide directly toward the place
where he had seen the dark figure.
He had taken the required defensive driving
classes at the academy, but his training made little
difference in his effort to stop the sliding vehicle. While
trying to think logically he hurriedly reached for the
emergency brake and pulled it toward him.
“That isn’t going to help,” he muttered out loud
before downshifting in a final futile effort to stop. But
the wheels still failed to grab, and he realized he’d better
brace for impact noting a cluster of pine trees that nowloomed large before him. The scene was surreal, as time
suddenly moved in slow motion, while huge white
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snowflakes reflected in his headlights as he careened
toward the trees.His mind whirled, mentally bracing for impact,
while, at the same time realizing the danger of being lost
and injured in freezing temperatures. Briefly he
wondered what had become of the shadowy figure that
caused his now precarious situation. And last, he thought
of Ellen. His senses were heightened when he heard the
sound of branches scraping metal; that sent him into a
sudden adrenalin rush, before he saw a small opening in
the trees, but with one particularly large trunk dead
ahead. Simultaneously he felt the concussion of metal
crumpling, breaking glass and sending it flying in everydirection. He smelled gas, at the same instant a
deafening explosion sent the airbag crashing into his
face.
With a sigh of relief Cliff realized he had survived
the crash, but he now had a new set of priorities. He
moved each limb, checking for injuries, but felt no pain.
He quickly grasped the gravity of the situation—he had
crashed on a deserted road in the mountains with no cell
service in the middle of no man’s land. And God only
knew how soon help would come.
Aware that staying with the truck was usually agood idea, it didn’t seem that wise when he saw glass all
over the passenger’s seat, the result of the broken
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passenger window that now let in massive amounts of
frigid air. But there was one good thing—somehow,during the collision his gun had shifted positions and
was now clearly visible at the back of the front
passenger’s seat.
When he reached for the thirty-eight he was
distracted by a sound outside his window. Without
thinking he grabbed for it, but felt pain as glass shards
on the gun’s well-worn stock tore into his skin.
Instantly he knew that move had been a mistake—
he could feel the sharp edges of broken glass cutting his
hand as he took aim to defend himself from whatever
had made the noise just inches from his window.Ignoring the pain he tightly gripped the handle, pulled
the hammer back with his thumb, turned to the window
and assumed the position with trembling hands. Without
warning a light flashed, temporarily blinding him.
“Whoa there, big fella!”
His shaking gun greeted a sight for sore eyes. He
dropped his sidearm and exclaimed, “What the heck are
you doing, trying to get yourself killed?”
In a matter-of-fact tone the sheriff said, “No, but it
looks like you are.” She stepped closer and used her
flashlight to quickly survey the damage to his vehicle.“You okay, darlin’?”
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Perhaps it was his sense of relief or her words of
endearment, but suddenly the pain in his hand and thesudden throbbing of his lip hardly seemed worth
mentioning. “Oh, sure. It’s just a little fender bender.” In
that instant he seemed to come to his senses, grasping
the truth of the damage.
He frowned. “Hold on. What are you doing here?”
“Well honey, it’s my job to keep track of what
happens on Old Baldie.” She chuckled and shook her
head as if he should’ve known, but when he tried to
laugh the pain in his midsection warned him it was a bad
idea. Maybe he had broken a rib, but he sure wasn’t
going to let her know.She tilted her head and studied his face. “Actually
I was worried about you. I was heading up to Ben’s
place to make sure you made it.” She paused then added,
“Newbies can easily get lost here if they aren’t careful.
And since the rest of my flock is tucked in and sound
asleep I figured I’d better go and check on you.” Turning
to inspect the truck damage she added, “And now I think
that it may have been a really good idea, wouldn’t you
agree?”
He reached for the door handle, and after more of
a struggle than he anticipated it finally opened with agroan. As he inspected the damage he realized how
lucky he really was. He turned back toward the road and
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figured he had traveled about fifteen feet down the
embankment, through a cluster of spruce trees, and hitone huge one along with several other slightly smaller
ones.
“Crap.”
“Listen, if all you got was a split lip and a bloody
hand, you did okay.” She reached toward his chin to
determine the extent of the damage to his lip then added,
“Well, other than totally smashing up the front end of
your truck.
He sighed aloud and shook his head. “Yeah, well
—it could’ve been worse. Some maniac was walking the
road and I barely missed him.”“You mean someone was out here? Really?”
“That’s why I swerved—to avoid hitting him—or
it. It happened so fast I couldn’t really tell who it was.”
“Come on—you need to come and get in my car.
Looks like I’ll get little or no sleep tonight. I’ll have my
work cut out for me getting a wrecker out here, then
searching for the guy you didn’t hit, and making the
accident report.”
“How’s that?”
She sighed, clearly annoyed at having to explain.
“Nobody lives within miles of this place, except Ben,now that the Shaws have moved. So that means there’s a
stranger wandering around out here, and it’s gonna get
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mighty cold tonight. Would you want that on your
conscience?”He watched as she glanced around with a mixture
of uneasiness and concern. Then he turned back to the
truck and pulled out the heavy canvas duffel that held all
his belongings. Slinging it over his shoulder he grabbed
the pistol he had left on the seat and carefully tucked it
into his waistband. Turning he headed up the hill,
following his rescuer. The snow on the steep hill made it
slow-going, because he had to check his footing with
every step, just trying to stay upright, with the heavy
pack throwing off his balance.
At the top of the hill they were both breathing hardwhen they turned to study the accident sight. The moon
had emerged from the clouds just enough to illuminate
the area.
“Sugar, it looks like you’ve made quite a mess of
it.” Her tone didn’t improve his mood one iota.
“Can’t argue with that.”
“You know, I doubt the wrecker could make it up
here before morning in these conditions, so maybe we’ll
just leave it until daylight.” After a slight hesitation she
added, “Gonna have to give you a ticket for reckless op.”
He nodded, but said nothing.She took his arm and nudged his shivering frame
toward the waiting squad car where the engine was still
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running. For the first time he noted the lights flashing
red and blue on top of the beat up old vehicle. It wasoutdated, at least twenty years old, and he could only
hope the heater still worked.
She opened the door for Cliff, who all but
collapsed in the front seat of the car. As he sat down hard
he unearthed several notepads with girlie doodles on
them and then shoved aside a half-eaten sandwich of
unknown origin. Her half liter coffee mug had clearly
seen better days— its logo was faded and worn,
completely illegible in the dim light.
“Oops—sorry. Don’t usually have people sitting
up here,” she admitted as she pulled the litter closer toher side of the seat.
Without thinking she went on, “Honestly...You
wouldn’t know it, but I’m really a neat freak. I mean if
you saw my house, you’d...” Her voice trailed off when
she realized she had said too much. It was a small town,
and people tended to talk. She knew this all too well.
Because there was little else to occupy their time the
town folks’ favorite hobbies included fishing and
keeping up with who she might pair up with that week.
As the population grew older the pickings were slim,
leaving fewer eligible bachelors to choose from. It was agood thing she was content as a single woman.
He cut her off. “I’m sure it’s nice.”
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She changed the subject. “I’m going to call Doc,
and we’ll just run you over there right now.”He nodded absently, wondering whether his truck
was beyond repair. It was old, and he knew it would
eventually need replacement, but because it was still
reliable, he hadn’t planned to address the issue yet.
Before he could respond she added, “But first,
we’re going to make a couple of passes around
Christine’s Circle here to see if we can find your mystery
man.” Her tone let him know that she wasn’t sure of his
story.
By then he had his own doubts about what he had
seen. Had there really been something there? Theterritory was unfamiliar, and the roads foreign, to say
nothing of the dark and the crummy weather. Maybe he
had imagined it. But after searching his memory he was
certain he had seen something; he wouldn’t have
swerved and risked life and limb to avoid something that
wasn’t there. He wasn’t the kind to jump to conclusions
or make judgments without first checking things out,
which is what made him such a great detective. And he
wasn’t about to back down now, no matter what the
sheriff thought. And yet, there was the nagging feeling
that he might have imagined it. Under her questioninggaze and no doubt, questions that would come later, he
felt unsure of himself for the first time. Was the dark
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figure just like the shadow in the window, a figment of
his imagination? There were too many unansweredquestions, but the primary question was: Am I losing it?
What are the odds?
While he was lost in thought the sheriff had made
two laps around the snow-covered roadway.
Suddenly her voice broke the silence. “We’ve
been around this route twice and I don’t see any signs of
life or even any footprints. You sure you actually saw
someone, or could it be that you were overtired from the
drive and your mind was playing tricks on you? Or
maybe it was an animal?”
“No way,” Cliff argued. “I saw someone. Just because we can’t find him now doesn’t mean it didn’t
happen. Maybe the new snow covered his prints.”
“Now don’t get in a snit, or you’ll get yourself all
worked up and split that lip open again.”
By that time he was chilled to the bone, so he
reached over and picked up her thermos hoping for a
warm drink of some kind. Coffee, hot chocolate or even
warm, flat soda would be better than nothing.
“Give me that,” she said reaching out for it.
“There’s a trick to getting it open.”
She had just turned the top of the red and yellowstriped container, when suddenly, out of nowhere a dark,
thin figure darted out from between the bushes and into
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the path of her car. She turned the wheel hard to avoid
the collision, but the snowy road made traction nearlyimpossible, so that instead of correcting her position the
car skidded toward the other side of the road.
Unfortunately there was no stand of pines to break their
fall—only a broken guardrail. Beyond that, if memory
served him, there was nothing but a steep cliff beyond
that ended in the still, icy waters of Shadow Lake.