Raven's Hollow. Jenna Ryan

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      Eli and two friends from school had gone to a movie in the Cove the night of the murder. Laura had been babysitting Sadie, but she’d driven to the Hollow in her mother’s cherry-red ’69 Mustang with a promise to pick them up as soon as her aunt and uncle returned home.

      He could have told her not to bother, Eli thought now. Less of a hassle to walk or let someone closer come and get them, but there’d been intermittent hailstorms all day, and face it, what adolescent boy would turn down a ride in the coolest car in town?

      So he and his friends had wandered over to the arcade to wait. They’d slain dragons, bludgeoned knights and smashed castle walls, until, finally, the manager had come in and told them he was shutting down.

      Eli had felt the first prickle of fear at that moment. He hadn’t known why, not exactly. It hadn’t been until later that he’d remembered hearing Laura on the phone three days earlier, pleading with someone to stop pestering her.

      Drama queen, he’d figured at the time. People called Laura a diva, and, what the hell, she’d stuck her tongue out at the handset after slamming it down, so how serious could the call have been?

      He’d gotten his answer that weekend when, feeling sick and guilty, he’d trudged into the hollow to search for her. Everyone had been looking by then, yet oddly enough, the only person he’d bumped into in the dense woods was Sadie.

      He’d known something was terribly wrong, because he’d snuck into Laura’s room and discovered a card with two ravens on it in the wastepaper basket under her desk. She’d torn it up, but the pieces had been easily reassembled, and once whole, had made even a fourteen-year-old boy’s blood run cold.

      The scrawl inside had read MY LOVE in bold red letters. There’d been no signature, and of course, nothing on or in it could be traced. Not to the boyfriend Laura had recently broken up with or to anyone in the Cove or the Hollow.

      But someone had written those words. Someone who’d either sent the card or slipped it to her before she’d died. Someone, Eli reflected darkly, who’d sent Sadie an eerily similar message—two full decades later.

      * * *

      SADIELETHIMdrive her Land Rover up the treacherous road to Bellam Manor. They didn’t talk much, which was normal enough for Eli and perfectly fine with her. Staving off terror took concentration and strong mental locks.

      Two ravens, though, on two separate cards, two decades apart. One imprisoned, one free. And no signature in either case.

      Determined not to think about where this was leading, she attempted to contact Molly again. But her cousin’s voice mail picked up, and as it did, frustration slipped past the knot of fear in her throat. She turned in her seat. “Why didn’t I hear about Laura’s card before tonight, Eli? Or the phone call you say she got?”

      He kept his eyes on the road and his tone mild. “You were seven years old. You found her body in Raven’s Bog. Literally tripped on her hand and went down. The doctors in both the Hollow and the Cove agreed you must be in shock. And I repeat—only seven.”

      “A resilient seven.” She tapped an impatient thumbnail on her phone. “The only call I’ve gotten came in conjunction with the email that was sent to me today at the Chronicle.”

      “Still a call.”

      She thought back. “The voice was computer altered. I didn’t recognize it.”

      “Male?”

      “Inasmuch as a synthesized voice can have a gender, yes. In any case, the intruder at the manor was male. And don’t you dare suggest an accomplice. This is twisted enough already. Whoever hit Laura with a tire iron left her and her car in what used to be the heart of the hollow. But twenty years ago, the road we were on tonight—which is the only drivable road from end to end—was nothing more than a goat path. So, obvious next question. How did her car wind up in the bog?”

      “The consensus was that Laura let the killer get into the car. Once inside, he forced her to drive to Raven’s Bog. They exited the car, he struck her, then left her body, the Mustang and the murder weapon at the scene.”

      “Do you know where the tire iron came from?”

      “An auto scrap yard in Bangor.”

      “So, summing up, there were no fingerprints on the murder weapon, there was no blood in the car and nothing but... God, why am I doing this?” Unbelieving, Sadie drilled her index fingers into her temples. “It’s insane, like Laura’s murderer—who’s apparently been in the area all along. Whoever he is, this guy’s a volcanic time bomb on a really slow tick. And he seems to have it in for Bellam females.” When Eli didn’t respond, she lowered her hands. “A little reassurance would be nice here, Lieutenant— before I totally freak out!”

      He made the final turn to the manor. “Would it help if I said we could be dealing with a copycat?”

      “Which would be better—how exactly?”

      “Different perpetrator, potentially different...motive.”

      She pounced. “You hesitated before you said ‘motive.’”

      “I hesitated because something just blew off one of the manor’s towers and across my line of vision.”

      “You were going to say ‘outcome,’ weren’t you? Potentially different outcome. As in he might shoot me instead of using a tire iron.”

      “Sadie...”

      “I know.” She went back to pushing on her temples. “Freaking myself out again. I need to refocus, and lucky me, I see a light in Molly’s window. I can distract myself by reading her the riot act for turning off her phone.”

      “Isn’t shouting at Molly a bit like kicking a puppy?”

      “I said read, not shout. All I really want to do is make sure she’s safe. Because I don’t believe, and neither do you, that there’s a copycat at work here. It’s twenty years later, Eli, and somebody’s doing to me almost exactly what he did to Laura. But who’s to say that after such a long hiatus, this person doesn’t have a different plan in mind? How do we know I’m the only Bellam he intends to threaten? Or kill?”

      * * *

      HESATINthe dark, with the storm shrieking around him, and he breathed. In and out, in and out.

      It was all about making the right moves at the right time. He wanted Sadie. He needed Sadie to know he wanted her. But he also needed her to know she’d hurt him.

      Love and fear and anger fought a bitter, three-way battle in his head these days. Twenty years ago, he’d discovered that a sleeping monster lived deep inside him. What if the monster woke up and consumed him? He might kill Sadie the way he’d killed Laura.

      Would he, though? Could he? He loved Sadie so very, very much. He saw himself spending the rest of his life with her. Was it possible this newer, deeper love might stop the monster from clawing its way out?

      Possibly, but one thing he’d learned tonight was that accidents could happen when you carried a gun.

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