Die Before Nightfall. Shirlee McCoy

his gaze sharp and focused. Could he hear her heart pounding in her chest? Did he sense that she was withholding information? Should she tell him about Abby’s strange ramblings?

      The shrill ring of a phone saved her from making a decision. He shifted and grabbed a cell phone from the cruiser. “Reed here.”

      He listened and smiled, the expression on his face changing so dramatically that he looked like a different person.

      “Sure, babe. No. I’ll be home in a couple of hours.”

      His gaze shifted to Raven. “No, no crime. I did meet Ben’s sister…me, too. I’ll tell her.”

      He threw the phone back onto the seat. “My wife. She said to tell you hi. Says she hopes to meet you soon.”

      “Oh, I—”

      “Better get used to it. It’s the way of things around here. Everyone knows everyone.”

      Raven nodded. “I got that impression from Nora.”

      “Nora Freedman’s a great lady. And now, I really do have to go. Take care.”

      Raven watched the cruiser disappear around a curve in the road and only then did she do what she’d been wanting to do all along. She turned toward the field and waded through knee-high grass. The far slope was just beginning to bloom with tiny purple flowers and tall, fluffy dandelions sparse but evident among the green. Raven could imagine what it would be like in a few weeks, the profusion of colors and textures beautiful and tempting.

      Had the woman who disappeared seen it this way? Had she wanted to breathe in the soft scent of flowers and earth, and collect some of the beauty that dotted the hillside?

      Theadora. Like Raven’s own name, Thea’s wasn’t that common. Raven shivered, her gaze traveling the width and breadth of the field. Questions filled her mind, then scattered as she hiked across the lush landscape, cresting the far hill and slowing as a white farmhouse came into view. A wide porch stretched across the front of the house, and two rocking chairs sat empty on either side of a small table.

      “Good morning!” A tall, auburn-haired woman called the greeting as she rounded the corner of the house. “You must be our new neighbor.”

      “Yes, I’m Raven Stevenson.”

      “Tori Riley. I heard you’d moved in. What was it? Yesterday?”

      “Yes.”

      “How about some coffee?”

      “I—”

      “Juice, then? I’m sure you’re busy, but Pops will have my head if I don’t invite you in.”

      Before Raven could ask who Pops was, Tori strode to the front door, shoved it open and called inside. “Hey, Pops, we’ve got company.”

      “So don’t just stand out on the porch, come in.”

      The voice was gruff and Raven wasn’t sure she wanted to meet its owner. “I really don’t want to disturb your morning.”

      “You’re not. Pops always sounds like that.”

      Tori led the way into a bright, airy kitchen. A man stood by the stove, his face lined with age, his eyes deep brown and curious. “This the new neighbor?”

      “Yep. Raven Stevenson, meet Sam Riley. Otherwise known as Pops.”

      “Nice to meet you, Mr. Riley.”

      “Sam to my friends.”

      “Sam, then.”

      “Sit down. I’ve got coffee or juice. Pancakes, too, if you’re hungry.”

      “Juice would be nice, thanks.”

      He nodded and poured a glass of orange juice, then slid it onto the table in front of her. “Looks like you were out for a run.”

      “Yes, it’s a beautiful morning for it and the scenery’s great.”

      “Still gotta be careful running by yourself.”

      “Jake Reed was just telling me that.”

      “Guess he told you about Thea Trebain.”

      “Pops, don’t start.” Tori slid into a chair beside Raven, a plate filled with pancakes in her hand.

      “I’m not starting anything. Just warning her to be careful.”

      “You’re getting ready to spin one of your tales.”

      “It isn’t a tale. It’s God’s truth.”

      “Your truth, you mean.” She turned to Raven. “Don’t believe a word my grandfather says about Thea Trebain. He likes to make it sound more mysterious than it is. Most people think she got fed up with small-town life and left.”

      “Without telling her family? Without packing her bags?”

      “None of that is fact, Pops, and you know it.”

      Their argument seemed an old one, well worn. Their affection for each other peeked through the words, even as their so-alike brown eyes shot flames. The similarity between the two was obvious, the connection between them filling Raven with longing.

      She pushed away from the table and stood. “I hate to drink my juice and run, but I’d really better get home.”

      “Now look what you’ve done, Tori. You’ve chased her off.”

      “Me? You’re the one trying to scare her.”

      “Warn—not scare.”

      Raven smiled at the banter, forcing aside her own feelings of loneliness. “Neither of you chased me off. It’s just time for me to go.”

      “Now, don’t go rushing off, Raven. I’ve got something for you. A welcome gift. Something a woman who likes to run shouldn’t be without. Come on out to the barn, I’ll get it for you.”

      Raven opened her mouth to protest, but Tori shook her head. “You may as well go with him. If you don’t, he’ll be pounding on your door this afternoon. I’ve got to run. Work won’t wait. Much as I’d like it to sometimes. Maybe we can have lunch.”

      “I’d like that.”

      “Great. I’m in the book.” She paused, glanced at Sam who was stepping out into the hall. Then she whispered, “And listen, if Pops gives you a gun or a sword, just take it and smile. He means well. I’ll get it from you when we have lunch. Gotta run. Bye, Pops.” She rushed forward, kissed her grandfather on the cheek, and was gone.

      “Come on, Raven. I may be retired but that doesn’t mean I’ve got all day. You’re gonna like this. I guarantee it.”

      Raven quickened her pace and prayed that his granddaughter’s prediction about the gift proved false. Guns? Swords? Maybe Jake was right, maybe walking along a country road wasn’t the safest thing she could have done with her morning.