The shadow in the night

e town in a misty gloom. Dr. Emma Taylor gazed out the window of her car,

she had fled the town, leaving behind the memories and the pain. But now, she wa

this return, but the reality was proving to be more difficult than she had anticipated. The town seemed smaller, more

grown up. It looked exactly as it had when she was a child - the same peeling paint, the

she simply sat there, collecting her thoughts. Then, with a d

cking her out of her reverie. Emma laughed, a short, s

mposing figure. Detective Ryan Mitchell, Emma's old friend and co

voice low and grave

pidation. "Ryan," she replied, step

a couldn't shake the feeling that