The morning Investigator Slade called my cell was the last morning a normal life. I wasn't entirely heartbroken. In her later years, Auntie Patricia isolated herself from the bay life, living far up in the hill and away from society. She was a shut-in, and it wasn't a surprise that she died alone. I took my time, cruising up to the property. Often on cloudy days, I'd have to turn on my brights, the canopy above was just that thick. Today happened to be one of those days.
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The Red Cottage
Mystery / ThrillerA murder in Portland Village hasn't happened for almost 300 hundred years. However, for some reason, they've always seemed to revolve around the same family, the same line of blood. Elisa Pere is part of that cursed family, and when her last remain...
