It's dangerous. Reckless. Exhilarating.
Richard enjoys watching him in the interrogation room, his eyes coveting the way the cigarette easily slid between his lips. For a brief moment, his fingers yearn to trace the tattoos wrapped around his toned flesh. If he squints, he can focus on those emerald-green eyes, haunting yet so familiar. Everything about the man pulls him in, awakening something deep within long since beaten dead.
Richard knows exactly what Beau's nighttime occupation is.
It was his job, as Sheriff of a small town in the USA to investigate the things unknown, the things hidden in the darkness. Why? Because it was magnetic, pulling in on his own dark side.
But how far was he willing to go? What happens when the life he carefully constructed falls to pieces? What happens when demon voices whisper to him? Or when he sees friends turned enemies?
A beautifully tragic love affair.
A fall from grace.
The Sheriff of Byromville Richard Clayson has a dark secret.
One that can easily be exposed.
There’s no clear beginning of course, like all things beautifully and tragically headed for destruction. There is a random and opaque series of events. They twist and turn, uniting and parting until Richard is intertwined with the person who is seemingly the catalyst. If he was being honest with himself, (which he rarely is these days because self-deception comes so easily) he would recognize that although events were precipitated, he is at fault for being at the center. Perhaps, it all began when curiosity became an insatiable need, a throbbing sort of gaping mouth sore that he couldn’t stop tonguing. Even when the sore split open and bled he continued to lick and probe at the wound. Being only human made him susceptible to dark desires.
In Byromville Georgia, where the land was vast and the people still believed in southern hospitality there lay a more corrupt side. The town was small, barely over four hundred people who live there, counting the farmers that resided past the interstate. A community with seemingly law-abiding citizens, and if he stepped outside his door there is without a doubt, he’d know everybody on his street. At the ripe age of eighteen he married the prettiest gal in town, Lana Williams, fathered two children who he loved dearly. Perhaps it was a mistake, to marry so young and give up what was left of his childhood. Last year he was named Sheriff and it was the proudest day of his life. At first glance Richard was everything a model husband should be, he was a good father, he provided for his family and yet a sickness brewed inside him. After the War the sickness began to spread until it became insurmountable.
A demon he called it.
The proverbial wisdom which he seldom took and almost constantly ignored would have most likely saved him the eventual heartache. He always considered himself a practical man, pragmatic with years of experience on the police force to grant him the knowledge of how to read people. The law was in his blood, he upheld it no matter what the cost, often rationalizing that if he didn’t society would erupt into chaos and anarchy, all that sort of nonsense. After all there was no way a lawless society could be functional. If Richard was the sort of individual who believed in nihilism, he wouldn’t be in the situation he is in right now. Yet, here he is. A wolf responding to the call of the wild and in the deepest part of the forest he found out exactly what terrors lurked. In the grand scheme of things Richard destroyed himself, or at least that’s how it will seem. In the end, things are nothing like what they seem.