The Water Creek Mystery
The deceptive calm of Water Creek was a shallow facade, as thin as the
ice on Lake Serene in the early winter. Fear had eaten away at the edges
of the town, nibbling like rust on the soul of its community. As the day
surrendered to the encroaching evening, a chilling haze swept through the
narrow streets, whispering the town's secrets.
Lucas Thorne sat wearily inside Ruby's Diner, the hollow clinking of his
spoon against his ceramic coffee mug a metronome of his troubled thoughts.
Audrey Vale sat opposite him, her eyes - a stark contrast of sharpness within
her usually composed features - locked onto his with an almost desperate
gravity.
"You can't keep doing this, Lucas," Audrey implored, her voice low,
heavy with a burden she rarely showed. "We elected you sheriff because we
thought you'd protect us, but you're drowning right along with the rest of
us."
Thorne's hands tightened on the mug, the knuckles pale and strained.
"I patrol these streets every night," he muttered, a defensive edge creeping
into his tone. "I can't be everywhere, Audrey."
"But can you be somewhere, Lucas? Somewhere that matters?" Her
accusatory whisper cut deeper than a shout. "How many locks clicked shut
in fear tonight because of your inaction?"
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ice on Lake Serene in the early winter. Fear had eaten away at the edges
of the town, nibbling like rust on the soul of its community. As the day
surrendered to the encroaching evening, a chilling haze swept through the
narrow streets, whispering the town's secrets.
Lucas Thorne sat wearily inside Ruby's Diner, the hollow clinking of his
spoon against his ceramic coffee mug a metronome of his troubled thoughts.
Audrey Vale sat opposite him, her eyes - a stark contrast of sharpness within
her usually composed features - locked onto his with an almost desperate
gravity.
"You can't keep doing this, Lucas," Audrey implored, her voice low,
heavy with a burden she rarely showed. "We elected you sheriff because we
thought you'd protect us, but you're drowning right along with the rest of
us."
Thorne's hands tightened on the mug, the knuckles pale and strained.
"I patrol these streets every night," he muttered, a defensive edge creeping
into his tone. "I can't be everywhere, Audrey."
"But can you be somewhere, Lucas? Somewhere that matters?" Her
accusatory whisper cut deeper than a shout. "How many locks clicked shut
in fear tonight because of your inaction?"
The Water Creek Mystery
The deceptive calm of Water Creek was a shallow facade, as thin as the
ice on Lake Serene in the early winter. Fear had eaten away at the edges
of the town, nibbling like rust on the soul of its community. As the day
surrendered to the encroaching evening, a chilling haze swept through the
narrow streets, whispering the town's secrets.
Lucas Thorne sat wearily inside Ruby's Diner, the hollow clinking of his
spoon against his ceramic coffee mug a metronome of his troubled thoughts.
Audrey Vale sat opposite him, her eyes - a stark contrast of sharpness within
her usually composed features - locked onto his with an almost desperate
gravity.
"You can't keep doing this, Lucas," Audrey implored, her voice low,
heavy with a burden she rarely showed. "We elected you sheriff because we
thought you'd protect us, but you're drowning right along with the rest of
us."
Thorne's hands tightened on the mug, the knuckles pale and strained.
"I patrol these streets every night," he muttered, a defensive edge creeping
into his tone. "I can't be everywhere, Audrey."
"But can you be somewhere, Lucas? Somewhere that matters?" Her
accusatory whisper cut deeper than a shout. "How many locks clicked shut
in fear tonight because of your inaction?"
ice on Lake Serene in the early winter. Fear had eaten away at the edges
of the town, nibbling like rust on the soul of its community. As the day
surrendered to the encroaching evening, a chilling haze swept through the
narrow streets, whispering the town's secrets.
Lucas Thorne sat wearily inside Ruby's Diner, the hollow clinking of his
spoon against his ceramic coffee mug a metronome of his troubled thoughts.
Audrey Vale sat opposite him, her eyes - a stark contrast of sharpness within
her usually composed features - locked onto his with an almost desperate
gravity.
"You can't keep doing this, Lucas," Audrey implored, her voice low,
heavy with a burden she rarely showed. "We elected you sheriff because we
thought you'd protect us, but you're drowning right along with the rest of
us."
Thorne's hands tightened on the mug, the knuckles pale and strained.
"I patrol these streets every night," he muttered, a defensive edge creeping
into his tone. "I can't be everywhere, Audrey."
"But can you be somewhere, Lucas? Somewhere that matters?" Her
accusatory whisper cut deeper than a shout. "How many locks clicked shut
in fear tonight because of your inaction?"
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| BN ID: | 2940184719931 |
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| Publisher: | Brittany Hobbs |
| Publication date: | 10/28/2024 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| File size: | 494 KB |
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