Under the Moon's Shadow

By: T. L. Haddix

Cast of Characters





Beth Hudson—Intrepid reporter for the Olman County Journal, the newspaper owned by her grandfather, Sampson Olman. Younger sister of Chase and Jason Hudson.

Ethan Moore—Detective with the Olman County Sheriff’s Department. Best friend of Chase and Jason Hudson.

Jason Hudson—Deputy Sheriff. Brother of Beth Hudson.

Chase Hudson—Attorney. Brother of Beth Hudson.

Joely Hudson—Student. Sister of Beth Hudson.

Richard and Jackie Hudson—Dr. and Mrs. Hudson, parents of Chase, Jason, Beth and Joely.

Sampson Olman—Jackie’s father, owner of the newspaper.

Stella and James Moore—Ethan Moore’s mother and stepfather.

Annie Jameson Tucker—Owns Annie’s Arbor, flower shop. Best friends with Beth and with Lauren Clark. Half-sister of Charlie Clark.

Lauren Grant Clark—Owns the Brown Bag Café. Married to Charlie Clark.

Charlie Clark—Owns Clark Consulting, an internet-based security company.

Chad Ormsby—Doctor, fairly new to Leroy.

Stacy Kirchner—Detective with the Olman County Sheriff’s Department.

Galen Gordon—Mysterious man who suddenly appears in Beth Hudson’s life.

Wyatt Dixon – Sheriff of Olman County, Indiana.

Marshall Smith—Editor of the Olman County Journal.





Prologue





Beth Hudson opened her eyes to see a tiny, still-green leaf float past her face. It was moving slowly, that leaf, as though it had all the time in the world. She followed its movements, turning her head to watch when it caught on a tall, spiky stalk of grass.

There was a sudden pressure on her abdomen, accompanied by a pain like nothing she had ever felt before. The sharp burn left her gasping, her hand going to her belly. When a warm hand curled around hers, she looked up and saw Cullen Jarvis leaning over her, his face tense with worry. He was speaking, but she couldn’t make sense of the words through the roar in her ears. She tried to lift an arm toward him, but when a second pain spiked its way through her shoulder, she dropped her arm back down to her side. He moved her legs, bending them at the knees, and some of the pain in her abdomen dissipated. She tried to thank him, but everything faded around her, and just that quickly, the world went black.

The next time she opened her eyes, her brother Jason hovered above her where Cullen had been before. To her surprise, his cheeks were wet with tears.

“Why are you crying?” He didn’t answer, and she realized that she hadn’t asked the question aloud.

Suddenly, two EMTs appeared. They surrounded her, and as one shined a light in her eyes, her sluggish mind started putting the puzzle pieces together. Obviously, she was hurt, and from Jason’s reaction, the injury was serious. She tried to remember what she had been doing earlier.

Maybe if I close my eyes, she thought. The quick flashback to the floor of a dirty van startled her. She remembered hearing the sound of mean laughter, and then the memory of facing the wrong end of a rifle barrel. The truth settled in around her with painful clarity. Her injuries weren’t the result of a car wreck or an accident on the farm. The pains in her shoulder and her abdomen had not been caused by a fall or some other benign mishap. She had been shot.





Chapter One



A few weeks earlier…



The Monday-morning staff meeting at the Olman County Journal had ended, and Beth was heading back down to her desk after a quick, private meeting with her editor.

“The mayor’s upset,” Marshall told her. “I got an early wake-up call this morning. The article on the budget kickbacks for the animal shelter? It stirred up the hornet’s nest we predicted it would.”

“Well, we prepared for that eventuality,” she said. “Let them do their worst. Like you said last week, it’ll be good for publicity.”

Marshall laughed. “True. So tell me about this Cullen Jarvis thing – I know you don’t want to believe he’s hallucinating.”

Early that morning, Beth had been called out to Randy and Cullen Jarvis’s farm, just outside Leroy. For several weeks now Cullen, along with several other local farmers, had been reporting mysterious lights in their fields at night. The next day when the scenes were investigated, evidence of trespassers would usually be found. Most of the damage was minimal, a few rows of flattened corn or beans, but some was more sinister. Three farmers had found remnants of what looked like Satanic altars.

Cullen, however, had yet to produce any evidence his sightings were more than the hallucinations of a paranoid schizophrenic.

“No, I don’t. If he was the only one reporting these incidents, I could see it all being in his head, maybe. But with all these other farmers experiencing similar occurrences? I don’t believe in coincidence.”