Stranger in a Small Town. Kerry Connor

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      For my grandfather

      ABOUT THE AUTHOR

      A lifelong mystery reader, Kerry Connor first discovered romantic suspense by reading Harlequin Intrigue books and is thrilled to be writing for the line. Kerry lives and writes in New York.

      CAST OF CHARACTERS

       Maggie Harper —Her determination to restore an infamous old house puts her at odds with an entire town—and a killer who would do anything to stop her.

       John Samuels —The stranger in town offers Maggie his help—but not the truth about his identity or his motives.

       Greg and Emily Ross —Their murders continue to cast a long shadow over the town where they lived—and died.

       Annie Madsen —Maggie’s closest friend in town. Even she disapproves of Maggie’s plans for the house.

       Irene Graham —Annie’s mother is full of answers. Are they the ones Maggie is looking for?

       Dalton Sterling —The builder wants Maggie’s house. How far will he go to get it?

       Clay Howell —He doesn’t like people who ask questions about the Rosses.

       Janet Howell —A woman who seems to be keeping secrets. Her own or someone else’s?

       Paul Winslow —A man whose temper hasn’t calmed in thirty years.

       Teri Winslow —The babysitter was close to the Rosses. Does she possess information that could lead Maggie to the truth?

      Contents

      Prologue

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      Chapter Ten

      Chapter Eleven

      Chapter Twelve

      Chapter Thirteen

      Chapter Fourteen

      Chapter Fifteen

      Chapter Sixteen

      Chapter Seventeen

      Chapter Eighteen

      Epilogue

       Prologue

      In the dark of night, the house appeared no different from the others on the street. The lack of lights masked its details, making it nothing more than another shapeless silhouette on the block. The trees bracketing the property provided concealing shadows that hid the rest of the lot from view.

      It was only when the clouds briefly parted, allowing the pale moonlight to shine down upon it, that it became clear just how different this house was. Several of its windows had cardboard covering jagged, gaping holes in the glass. The roof sagged in more than one place, as did the railing on the wide front porch. Its front lawn was patchy and choked with weeds. Without the sheltering darkness, it was obvious that unlike every other house on this quiet residential street, this one hadn’t been occupied for some time.

      Nearly thirty years now. Ever since the murders.

      No one wanted to live in a place where two people had been brutally killed. Few even wanted to look at it, preferring to ignore its existence entirely, as though it would be so easy to forget what had happened within its walls.

      For others, such blissful ignorance wasn’t possible.

      Standing in the shadows on the other side of the street, a lone figure stared at the structure and imagined what it would be like to watch the house burn to the ground.

      It wouldn’t take much. Perhaps only a single match. A flick of the wrist to create the flame and another to toss it into the building. Then it would be done. A house that old, that decaying, would likely go up in an instant and burn just as quickly. It would happen so fast no one would be able to stop it. Not the neighbors who did their best to ignore the house’s existence and had no interest in seeing it remain standing. Not the volunteer firefighters who would take their time coming to a vacant house no one cared about. Not even the woman currently sleeping inside, the woman whose stubborn, ridiculous insistence on trying to restore the house had brought back so many painful memories.

      It should have been done years ago. Only the fear of being caught, of returning to the scene of the crime, had prevented it.

      But now, no matter how fierce the need to avoid it, it was impossible not to return. Night after night. A compulsion that would remain as long as the house stood, as long as there was somewhere to return to.

      No. Determination surged, hard and desperate and unrelenting. It had to end.

      The woman had proven difficult to scare off so far. That would change. No matter what it took.

      The woman had to be stopped. The house had to be destroyed.

      Only then would it be possible to forget exactly what had happened here.

      And why.

       Chapter One

      2:00 a.m.

      Maggie didn’t have to check her watch to know what time it was. She’d felt every minute ticking away from the moment she’d crawled into the sleeping bag and settled in for the night.

      Staring into the darkness, she waited. Not for sleep.

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