Chapter Five
LAINIE EVEREST STEPPED out of her deputy’s car into the shadows of the surrounding pines that towered over Old Man Tucker’s home. Home, not cabin. His was the only normal looking house in all of Bull Creek except for what the vampires built when they first arrived out at the Fringe, the cabins having been built only four years ago. This was his home long before it was home to anyone else. John Tucker had lived in Bull Creek before Highway 92 became a four-lane road and people still zoomed down the highway at one hundred miles per hour, praying they didn’t find someone passing another car and heading toward them. He was there before the cabins and before any of the paranormals moved into the area. Definitely before the Paranormal Council back in Draven Falls bought the area to
