René had set up another buffet and Emmett was busy refilling serving platters. The knitters seemed subdued and were not chatting as animatedly as they had at other mealtimes. Finding a murder weapon among their things must have put a damper on their spirits. I spotted Dad ...
I had known coming back to Crystal Haven would be stressful, but I hadn’t counted on Mac. The last time I’d heard anything he’d been working in Saginaw, on the opposite side of the state. Aunt Vi had informed me—after my bags were unpacked—that Mac had returned to the county sheriff’s department ...
Normally, I loved walking in the woods this time of year, the smell of old leaves and a distant wood fire mixing with nostalgia would leave me feeling relaxed and content. Not this time. I wished for a moment that I had brought my guns. Target shooting always helped clear ...