The Coroner's Grandson [coming soon]
Frederick Boyce's career choice would rarely be described as mainstream. After all, having a quick lunch in the mists of several dead bodies can be counted as the most predictable part of the job as each day becomes a bundle of unpredictable events. Regardless of the questionable stories the elder harbors after a long day, the seventy-two year old grandfather could always on his hardworking son and grandchildren to listen intently. Speaking on behalf of the dead was something he'd earned respect for- not only from his family and other co-workers, but maybe even himself.
And yet, the old man seemed at a loss for words on the fateful day when the job strikes close to home. He was left with doubt and a dash of bewilderment at the sudden revelation that, unlike any other murder he'd been called in to investigate, the untimely death of a young college student may be directly linked to one of his own blood. The predicament was futile for the elder to digest. Nevertheless, as ominous secrets and behaviors come forth, it all fortified the one thing Frederick Boyce had learned from his days as an advocate for his victims: Sometimes the biggest monsters are closer than realized.