As an artist in NYC, Calvin Shumacher finally has the life he's always wanted. In fact, only one thing can get him to come back to Illinois -- his father's funeral. All he wants is to bury his dad and hightail it back to New York, but a sniper at the graveyard puts those plans on indefinite hold.<br><br>So does Matthew Soto. The gorgeous gunman who speaks of monsters wearing human faces. And predicts there won't be a body for police to find.<br><br>Calvin doesn't know what to think when Matthew claims he didn't do anything wrong. All he knows is that this man's haunted eyes seem to pierce right into his soul. But as each of Matthew's assertions comes true, Calvin slowly realizes this killer could be the only thing standing between him and an unspeakable evil ...

Walk Among Us

“You said there wouldn’t even be a body, right?” Calvin backed up, not sure he wanted to shake hands with the man again. He didn’t think clearly when he felt that heat, though the argument could be made that he hadn’t been thinking clearly all day. “Then it looks like you’re scot-free.”


He turned around then. Walk away. Don’t run. Don’t look back.


Matthew didn’t follow. He didn’t even say goodbye.3


Calvin swiped his credit card, tapping it impatiently against the edge of the reader as he watched the cashier finish bagging his art supplies. They weren’t what he wanted. Wal-Mart wasn’t exactly a cultural mecca. But the pencils and sketchpad he’d purchased would more than suffice until he got home. Then he’d transfer everything to the proper medium, and Matthew Soto would be immortalized forever.


Matthew Soto. A mystery if he ever saw one.


Chapter 9