The sequence of events seemed so unlikely somehow. Almost like something that would happen in a glitzy Hollywood movie. A glamorous woman with no identity, a party that seemed far too lavish for the small town of Larch, a murder on a hidden hiking trail… If she concentrated hard enough, maybe she...
She knew it had to be serious if it reached her all the way up in her room. Pulling a bathrobe over her pajamas, she came down to find Victoria cradling his head as he curled up on the sofa next to her and cried. Victoria looked tearful herself. “What is it!” Karen asked. ...