So Dark the Night

Emma St. James drove down the lane that led to her brother's cabin on an Illinois lake. The overhanging oak and maple trees shaded the road, heightening the dark-ness beginning to creep over the landscape with the approach of dusk. When she pulled up to the side of the large log cabin, she parked in the back next to Derek's black Ford truck and rested her forehead on the steering wheel for a moment. Exhaustion clung to her like a sec-ond skin. The past few weeks had been frantic, nonstop work, one photo shoot after another, that had left her little time even to sleep. She'd been thankful when her older broth-er had insisted she spend a few days with him during a brief pause in her work schedule. Derek could always make her feel better, even if his invitation had seemed strange to her. He needed to talk to her about something important and hadn't wanted to do it over the phone. Climbing from her yellow Thunderbird convertible, Emma stretched her aching muscles and rolled her head in a slow circle. The long drive from New York had fi-nally caught up with her, and all she wanted to do was take a hot shower and go to bed. She didn't think she could put two coherent sentences together. She and her brother would have to catch up in the morning. She reached behind the driver's seat and plucked her red leather purse from the back, then headed for the front porch. That was when she spied the white Firebird on the other side of the cabin, partially hidden behind some large honeysuckle bushes, their scent perfuming the cooling spring air. Strains of classical music wafted from the cabin. Company? That was the last thing she wanted at the moment. She moved toward the window near the door to see who was visiting her brother. After the past week of avoiding the press who wanted to ver-ify yet another false story about her, she wanted to make sure it wasn't a reporter who had somehow found out where she would be for the next few days. Peering into the cabin, she noticed two men, one vaguely familiar, hovering over her brother, who sat in a straight-backed lattice chair, his wide eyes fixed on the taller of the pair. I've seen that man somewhere. But where? With fear stamped on his features, Derek was talk-ing and shaking his head. That was when she noticed her brother's hands were tied behind his back. Emma opened her purse and stuck her hand inside, fumbling in the depths. Lipstick. Compact. Wallet. She looked down. Where was her cell phone? A slapping sound brought her attention back to the men in the cabin. The tall, thin man struck her brother across the mouth a second time, his head jerking back. Blood gushed from between his lips and rolled down his chin. Emma gasped, starting for the door. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught the flash of metal in the short, bulky man's hand as he came for-ward. Paralyzed, she stopped. What in the world was going on? Was that a gun? Again she delved into her oversized purse, trying to find her cell phone. She needed help and hoped she could get some before-- The sound of a gunshot rocketed through her. As if hit, she staggered back, dropping her bag. Through the window she saw her brother slump over. A scream welled up inside her. Her hand over her mouth, she backed away, desperate to keep the scream inside. No! She blinked as though that would erase the horror she saw through the window. Taking another step back, her gaze glued to the scene inside the cabin, she bit down on her hand. The ropes about her brother's chest held him up, but the bright red of his blood filled her vision. Tears sprang to her eyes. She had to get help. Please let Derek still be alive. She spun around to flee and bumped into a bench, sending it flying off the porch. The crashing sound re-verberated through her mind. She glanced over her shoulder. The tall man looked up, his cold, dark eyes fixed on her. She shDaley, Margaret is the author of 'So Dark the Night ', published 2007 under ISBN 9780373442331 and ISBN 0373442335.