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I motion for her to follow me out back, away from the cameras. Grabbing a lawn chair, I invite her to sit. She slowly eases into the...

Officer Holder rises from his desk, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "Hi, Mrs. Summers. Can I help you?" The audacity. "I'm just...

The next couple of days drags on as we wait for information about the gun. All is quiet at the house, but that’s to be expected since the...

The next morning, Brock and I barely speak. We quickly get breakfast, pack up, and head back to Grantsville for another nightmare that...

I'm back writing again after being sick for two weeks. Hope you're enjoying the novel so far. Full disclosure: This is the first novel I...

Brock first checks the foyer window, with me following, checking myself. A squad car is still there, and I wonder how long he’ll be there...

Before you read this chapter, I would love to know your thoughts. Are you enjoying the novel? Do you have questions or anything that...

Gray motions for me to sit down on the same chair I occupied not more than 10 minutes ago. "So, tell me, when did you notice the car?" "I...

It's two weeks since I heard back from Bart, and I start to wonder if I made a mistake in letting him help find Goldie’s killer. But this...

I stand there, speechless, confusion blanketing my face. Staring back at me is someone I hadn't seen in years and who I thought I'd never...

The days seem to blend into each other as we go back and forth from the courthouse to the station and back home each night. After Colton...

After Gray takes the intruder away, Officer Lopez stays behind and interviews us. You can tell she's drained, just like us. Her facial...

Two days have passed since the incident, and I find myself watering my houseplants when a sudden knock on my door startles me, causing my...

I awake to my phone buzzing on the nightstand. It startles me as I reach out my hand and grab it and look at the text. It’s from Gray. I...

The only two people who know about the ring, besides Grant and the one who dropped it, are me and, well, Goldie, who was killed. I have...

We've been on the road for nearly two days now, and we decide to make a stop in St. Louis, Missouri. The weather is warmer here, a...

We are almost on the road when I hear something behind me. A car – Jeff’s Maserati. “It’s him,” I whisper. Brock quickly rushes behind a...

I wake up feeling extremely groggy and immediately notice that I'm strapped to the bed. Panic surges as I try to free myself, but the...

“Hold on, click on this folder,” I urge Brock, pointing at it. He complies, and we both widen our eyes in disbelief as we examine...

I swallow hard, feeling like I’m suffocating in the tense atmosphere of the car. I need fresh air desperately, but for some reason, I...