There was no other sensible conclusion to arrive at. When I awoke–if awaking was the right term because suddenly after a time of blackness there I was–I was sitting on top of a fresh grave in this quaint but uncared for cemetery I recognized as the one down the road from our house. There was no h...
Abigail spilled everything about their trip to Orchard, seeing Brown, Norma’s death, the hate letter and finding the missing pages, and some of what Claudia had confided about the old sheriff and Edna. “Our readers have been begging for more of this hometown whodunit,” Samantha confessed. “I have...
He’d charged his Smart Phone, dug out his new camera, and was dressed in warmer clothes as Justin was just dragging himself from bed. The room they’d shared to save cost for the night wasn’t luxurious, no frills, but it’d been quiet and the beds had been comfortable. “Up already, I see,” Justin g...