Coral Moon

The figure remained still as stone. Leslie couldn’t even detect a breath.Spider fingers teased the back of her neck.Leslie’s feet rooted to the pavement. She dropped her gaze to the driveway, seeking … what? Spatters of blood? Footprints? She saw nothing. Honed through her recent coverage of crime scene evidence, the testimony at last month’s trial, the reporter in Leslie spewed warnings: Notice everything, touch nothing.Leslie Williams hurries out to her car on a typical workday morning—an...