Hunting Down the Horseman by B.J. Daniels

Author:B.J. Daniels
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2009-11-23T05:00:00+00:00

AS FAITH TURNED AWAY from the window and the image of Jud disappearing into the darkness near his trailer, she saw the doll.

It sat on the small kitchen counter, its black-stitched eyes staring blankly at the door—and her.

Faith started at the sight of it, stumbling back, her hand going to her mouth to hold back a scream. Only then did she realize her trailer door hadn’t been locked moments ago.

But she’d made sure it was locked when she’d left to go into town. Someone must have the key. Someone who wanted to scare her by leaving one of those horrible rag dolls for her to find.

Her initial shock morphed into anger in an instant. Whoever had done this was wasting her time if she thought she could intimidate her. Nancy Davis. That’s who it had to be. She must have spare keys for all the trailers since she seemed to be the director’s go-to girl.

Faith was so furious she thought about confronting Nancy tonight, just storming over there with the doll in hand and beating on the assistant director’s door.

She took a breath. Probably not the best approach, given that she still had to work with Nancy. No, the best thing to do would be to ignore it. Faith certainly wasn’t buying into the dolls being harbingers of disaster.

Stepping to the kitchen counter, she picked up the doll and was surprised by her reaction to the touch. She was buying into all this heebie-jeebie stuff. Angry with herself as much as the person who’d left it, she tossed the doll into the trash.

For a few moments, she stood in the kitchen breathing hard, angry and scared. Cursing, she stepped to the door, locked it, then dragged a chair over and levered it under the handle. It wouldn’t keep anyone with a key out, but if someone tried to come in, the chair would at least fall and warn her.

She tried to calm down, but her blood still ran hot and her skin clammy and chilled with apprehension.

Knowing she would pay hell getting to sleep after this, Faith decided to take a hot shower. She’d brought along a long white flannel nightgown, a birthday present from her mother that she’d never worn. Usually she slept in a soft, worn T-shirt and nothing else.

Tonight seemed like the perfect night for the old-lady nightgown and the new mystery novel she’d picked up in town. She’d be ready if she had another visitor.

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