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Down, girl.
Rachel stared at a man in jeans and work shirt coming down the stairs. He was about thirty-three and darkly handsome, with what looked like several drops of Native American blood in his veins. He was a good six foot two with broad shoulders, working man’s hands and startling brown eyes that, despite her better instincts, made Rachel’s heart stutter.
“There’s nothing going on that a little tried-and-true police work won’t fix.” He held out a hand. “I’m Nick Chavaree, the local sheriff. I’m staying here while my house is being…” He paused, frowned, withdrew the hand. “You look familiar to me. Do I know you?”
Rachel was pretty sure that if she’d seen him before she’d remember. He was that good-looking. “No, I don’t think so.”
His demeanor abruptly shifted from friendly to hostile. “You’re here about the murders, aren’t you?”
“Murders?”
“Don’t be coy.” He moved toward her now. “That’s why you picked this place to stay. You thought you could get some inside information from me. That’s not going to happen.”
Waterford Point
Alana Matthews
MILLS & BOON
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Alana Matthews can’t remember a time when she didn’t want to be a writer. As a child, she was a permanent fixture in her local library, and she soon turned her passion for books into writing short stories, and finally novels. A longtime fan of romantic suspense, Alana felt she had no choice but to try her hand at the genre, and she is thrilled to be writing for Harlequin Intrigue. Alana makes her home in a small town near the coast of Southern California, where she spends her time writing, composing music and watching her favorite movies.
Send a message to Alana at her website, www.AlanaMatthews.com.
CAST OF CHARACTERS
Rachel Hudson —She came to Waterford Point to escape her past, and found herself caught up in someone else’s.
Sheriff Nick Chavaree —A puzzling murder investigation threatened his career, but could Rachel help him ferret out the truth…and steal his heart?
Maddie —She kept herself busy running the Waterford Inn, but what dark secret was she hiding?
Deputy Charlie Tevis —He returned to Waterford Point after an extended absence and wondered if he should have stayed away.
Mayor Bill Burgess —An officious fool who was more concerned about Waterford Point’s tourist trade than its own citizens.
Caroline Keller —The first in a string of murder victims who heard someone crying in the night.
Weeping Willow —Did her spirit come back to Waterford Point looking for revenge?
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
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Epilogue
Prologue
The crying was what awakened her.
For a moment she thought she was dreaming; the sound circled inside her head like a persistent insect, refusing to go away. But as she fully awakened, she realized that it was all too real, a muffled but unmistakable keen coming from outside her bedroom window.
She abruptly pulled herself upright and strained to hear, a vague uneasiness simmering in her chest.
Was it an animal of some kind? A bird? An injured deer?
No.
This was definitely human.
And female.
Feeling a knot in her stomach, she swung her legs around and stood, surprised by the chill of the polished wooden floorboards beneath her bare feet.
This wasn’t her first night here, and she knew she should be used to her surroundings by now. But it seemed that every time she got out of bed, she anticipated the feel of warm carpet—the carpet in her own bedroom in D.C.—only to be startled by this cold bare floor.
Padding to the window, she undid the latch and pushed it open, letting in the night air. The sound floated in just beneath the whisper of the wind—
The sobs of a broken girl.
A soul irrevocably wounded.
It came from a forest of Eastern pine that stood just
