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Claire had never been to Mills Creek State Park before. She'd driven past the green sign with white letters next to exit forty-seven that said, Mills..
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“Good morning folks,” said the twentyish waitress who greeted Grace and Paul at the counter of the old fashioned diner, “just the t..
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“Hey Investigator Westbrook. How are you today?” “Afternoon Cy. You're awfully formal today.” Cyrus Feldman, or Cy, as he is ..
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Claire debated her options. Her heavy eyelids suggested that a refill might be her top priority, but reason told her that she needed to make her next..
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She recognized Tilden immediately when she walked in. He was a perfect match to the photograph that appeared next to his column each week. The smell ..
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The cheap vodka burned on its way down, but Vicki didn't let it show on her face. The joint from which she'd taken a couple of hits took the edge off..
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The sun had just fallen beneath the western horizon by the time DeMarco pulled his Chevy Cruz up to the crumbling three story brick edifice. With the..
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The morning fog is slow to let go of the valleys that lie between the suburban hills on the edge of the city, and so the neighborhoods that lie in th..
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At eight in the morning, when Paul parked his Jeep Cherokee on the east side of Gemini St. The park on the west side of the street was sparsely popul..
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Claire stubbed her toe and cursed as she hurried around the corner and down the hall with her phone to her ear. “Hang on,” she said into ..
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