The Last Lie Heaven Told

Silas finally stopped scrubbing. He looked at Derek with eyes the color of a winter sea—cold and unreadable. "George Williams is a bit more than a guest in this town, Derek. He's a resident with a six-year hobby. You, on the other hand? You're the help. Expensive help, but help nonetheless."
Derek took a step forward, the gravel crunching under his boots. "Well the help found a trunk in that marsh yesterday, Silas. It wasn't full of historical records. It was full of the body of a girl who d...