Out Of The Darkness. Heather Graham

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       Chapter One

      “Tyler!”

      Davey Cray greeted Tyler with a smile like no other. He stepped forward instantly, no hesitance after ten years—just a greeting fueled by pure love.

      It was as if he had expected him. Maybe he had.

      Tyler hugged Davey in return, a wealth of emotions flooding through him.

      “I knew you’d come. I knew you’d come!” Davey said. “My mom said you were busy, you didn’t live here anymore. You work in Boston. But I knew you would come.” His smile faded. “You came for Hannah.” Davey looked perplexed. “Hannah wasn’t always very nice. And I watched the news. She wasn’t doing good things. But...poor Hannah. Poor Hannah.”

      Yes, poor Hannah. She’d disappeared after leaving a bar near Times Square.

      Her torso and limbs had turned up on a bank of the Hudson River.

      Her head had come up just downriver about a half mile. She had been savagely cut to ribbons, much like the victims ten years past.

      According to the news, Hannah had become a bartender, and then a stripper—and then a cocaine addict. Had that already been in the cards for her? Or had her life been twisted on that horrible night?

      “Poor Hannah, yes. Nobody deserves to have their life stolen,” Tyler assured Davey. “Nobody,” he repeated firmly. “Had you—seen her?”

      Davey shook his head gravely. “My mom doesn’t let me go to strip clubs!” he said, almost in a whisper. Then he smiled again. “Tyler, I have a girlfriend. She has Down syndrome like me.”

      “Well, wow! That’s cool. Got a picture?”

      Davey did. He pulled out his wallet. He showed Tyler a picture of a lovely young girl with a smile as magnificent as his, short brown hair and big brown eyes.

      “She’s a looker!” Tyler said.

      “Megan. Her name is Megan.” Davey grinned happily.

      “That’s wonderful.”

      “Sarah set me up on the right kind of page on the internet. It really is cool.”

      “I’ll bet it is! Leave it to Sarah.”

      “She loves me. And, you know, she loves you, too.”

      “Of course. We all love each other.”

      By that time, Renee Cray had made it to the door. She was a tall, thin, blonde woman in her late forties, with big brown eyes just like Davey’s. “Tyler!” she exclaimed.

      And then she, too, threw her arms around him, as if he was the lost black sheep of the family being welcomed back into the fold.

      Maybe he was.

      “Tyler! How wonderful to see you! We knew, of course, that you’d joined the navy. And I know Sarah had heard you’re living in Boston, working there as some kind of a consultant. Police consultant? PI? Something like that?”

      “Exactly like that,” he told her.

      Renee continued to stare at him. “You’re here...because of Hannah Levine, right? But...what can you do? What can anyone do? Is it horrible to say I’m glad her parents died in a car accident years ago? But what...” Her voice trailed off, and then she straightened. “Where are my manners? Come in, come in—you know the way, of course!”

      He entered the parlor; Renee and Davey lived in a charming little two-story house in Brooklyn that offered a real yard and a porch with several rocking chairs. Renee was a buyer for a major retail chain and was able to keep up a very nice home on her own salary. Since the death of her husband, she had never done much more than work—and care for Davey. Tyler doubted she had changed. She was, in his opinion, a wonderful mother, never making Davey too dependent and never becoming codependent herself.

      “Sit, sit,” Renee told him. “Davey, get Tyler some tea, will you, please? You still like iced tea, right?”

      “Still love it,” Tyler assured her.

      When her son was gone, Renee leaned forward. “Oh, Tyler! It’s been so hard to listen to the news. I mean, bad things happen all the time. It’s just that...you all escaped such a terrible thing, and now Hannah. Of course, her lifestyle...but then again, no one asks to be murdered... They haven’t given out many details. We don’t know if she was raped and murdered, but she was...decapitated. Beheaded. Just like—”

      She broke off again, shaking her head. “It’s like it’s the same killer—as if he came back. Oh, I’ll never forget that night! Hearing what had happened, trying to find Davey, trying to find you children... Oh, Tyler! Hannah now...it’s just too sad!”

      “It’s not the same killer,” Tyler said quietly. “I saw Archibald Lemming die. I saw him with a wooden table leg sticking straight through him. He did not miraculously get up and come back to kill again. Hannah had demons she dealt with, but they were in the way she looked at life. It’s tragic, because no one should ever die like that. And,” he reflected softly, “she was our friend. We were all friends back then. We haven’t seen each other in a while, but...we were friends. We knew her.”

      Renee nodded, still visibly shaken.

      Maybe they hadn’t seen Hannah in a long time, but she had still been one of them.

      “Tyler, I guess it’s been in the media everywhere, but...you weren’t that close with Hannah, were you? Had you talked to her? How did you come to be here?”

      He smiled grimly.

      Sarah. Sarah was why he had come. He thought back, hardly twelve hours earlier, when he had heard from her. He had received the text message from an unknown number.

      Hi Tyler. It’s Sarah. Have you seen the news?

      Yes, of course he’d seen the news.

      And he’d been saddened and shocked. He’d been СКАЧАТЬ