Fade To Black. Heather Graham

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      Bryan McFadden could always feel her, of course. As soon as she decided to grace him with her presence.

      Yes.

      She was there again.

      Watching him, his every move.

      He pretended that he didn’t see her. He also did his best to hide a smile.

      She wanted something, of course. Or he was due for a lecture, a long litany on how to live his life.

      He’d been splitting logs outside his cabin when he’d first become aware that she was there; he continued to chop firewood. If she was going to haunt him because she wanted something, she was bloody well going to have to do so with more than a bunch of her dramatic sighs.

      He paused for a moment; the sun was riding in the sky on a beautiful day. The mountains and valleys of Virginia were, in Bryan’s mind, the most beautiful places in the world to be. Here, right at the base of the Shenandoah Mountain, he could enjoy both.

      This place had been—as long as he could remember—a haven. He and his brothers, Bruce and Brodie, had always been able to go a little wild out here. They’d never been bad kids, but they had been full of energy and ready to run, climb, fish, swim and love the rugged beauty of the land.

      The family cabin was just a weekend retreat.

      Home was DC, near the National Theatre, a half-dozen other theaters and easy access to the casting agents who were closer to their parents—Hamish and Maeve McFadden—than any blood relative might expect to be.

      Though he and his brothers had long ago left their boyhoods behind, they had managed to stay in the same basic area. And, mainly because each of them had joined a branch of the service—Bryan, the navy; Bruce, the marines; and Brodie, the army—they had maintained the manor house close to a river in Northern Virginia where they had actually grown up.

      He was heading back there in the morning. His time here—used to reflect on his choices regarding the future—was at an end. He wasn’t sure he was feeling more certain any one course was right above the others. Bruce and Brodie were coming in the following week; it was time for them to really decide what they were going to do.

      As kids, they had quarreled and squabbled. Tumbled on the ground and tussled now and then—and stood ferociously against anyone who insulted one of them or dared to speak ill of their parents.

      But life had gotten hard—and made them close.

      They were all pretty sure they could work together; they’d talk it out for the final decision in the weeks to come.

      Of course, she was still watching him. Still waiting for a response.

      She sighed again. Maeve McFadden was certainly an example of the word diva. Not so much in a bad way—she had an ego, but not the kind with which to hurt others. She was passionate, she was demonstrative; she didn’t just “talk with her hands,” she talked with her arms, with her whole body.

      But if she wanted something now, she was going to have to talk to him.

       With words.

      Finally, she did. She rather wafted over and leaned against the wood rail fence that surrounded the little cabin and the area with the chopping block where he was working.

      “Bryan McFadden, you’re ignoring me!” She pouted.

      “And it’s not working, eh?” he asked, but he smiled at her—she was his mom, and he did love her.

      She smiled back and then plunged right in.

      “Her name is Marnie, and she really needs help. My friend Cara—Cara Barton, I know you must remember her. She was one of the stars of that yummy vampire show, Dark Harbor, and before that, we were both way younger and in a Christmas romantic comedy together. That doesn’t matter. What does matter is this—Cara was tragically cut down. And now Marnie needs your help. I’m not sure she knows it yet, but Cara has told me. And poor Cara! She’s dead. Most horrifically and dreadfully dead.”

      “Mother—”

      “Don’t you dare tell me that dead is dead—dreadful or otherwise. She was murdered. Viciously murdered by a sword-wielding villain. Well, someone in a costume. But... Oh, Bryan. It was horrid, quite horrid—you must have heard about it on TV or in the news online!”

      “Nope,” he told his mother.

      “How could you have missed the news?” Maeve demanded. “Oh, I do hate to say it, but Cara is far more famous now in death than she was in life.”

      “I come out here to enjoy the mountains and scenery, Mom. Not watch TV.”

      “The news would be on your phone.”

      “News is on anywhere, Mother, if you look for it.”

      “All right then, I’ll tell you about it. Comic Con—West Hollywood.”

      “I thought the big comic cons were in San Diego. Maybe New York.”

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