With the Material Witness in the Safehouse. Carla Cassidy

      Ryan frowned once again. “No, not a clue,” he finally replied. “But hopefully that will change over the next couple of days.”

      After he hung up, Ryan remained standing on the dock, staring out at the storm clouds that drew closer. The approaching darkness in the sky filled him with a sense of apprehension.

      He was a man trained in dealing with facts, and there was absolutely no factual basis for what he felt in his soul. And what he felt was that there was an evil here in Raven’s Cliff and for four days Britta had somehow been a part of it.