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After Midnight FIONA BRAND Chapter 1 A SHADOW SLID through the open double doors of the barn, flowed over hay bales that glowed in the late morning sunlight, and dissolved into the dense shade at the rear of the large corrugated iron building. Jane OReillys head jerked up. She blinked and frowned, her fingers tightening on the paintbrush shed been cleaning, aware that something had flickered at the edge of her vision, but not sure what it could have been. She hadnt heard a vehicle labouring up her dusty drive, which meant that if anyone was around, they were on foot—and that wasnt likely because she lived so far out of town. The only time shed ever gotten foot traffic in the seven years shed lived in Taylers Creek had been when a tourist had broken down and had wanted to use her phone. Even then, the tourist had been a rarity—without a cell phone, and way off the beaten track—because as Down Under towns went, Taylers Creek lived up to the cliche of the one-horse, one-pub town; the shopping centre itself so small that if you blinked while driving through, you missed it. Gaze warily glued to the bright shaft of sunlight and the spiraling drift of dust motes floating in the beam—as if something, or somebody, had just stirred up the small whirlwind— 172 FIONA BRAND she slipped the paintbrush into a jar of cleaning solution and straightened from her crouched position. Logically, the movement that had startled her could have been caused by a bird, a rat, or even Jess, her dog, but she had a sense that whatever had moved had been large rather than small, and there had been no accompanying sound effects—just the flickering shadow, as if someone had walked silently past the barn door. Stripping off her rubber gloves, she shoved them in the pocket of her overalls, automatically rolling her shoulders to ease the ache that had crept up on her while shed been painting the shaded side of the barn. The movement sent a bead of perspiration sliding down her spine, the cold tri