Small Town Mysteries Novels & Stories

Yeah, he'd learned to practice patience, but dealing with the police while they questioned Betty had just about driven him to the edge of reason. He opened the car door for her, holding her elbow as she climbed in. Daylight had waned, and the parking garage was dimly lit, the sound of other hospital visitors echoing through the cement structures. Betty listened for other things. Furtive footballs on the pavement. The click of a gun safety being released. The slide of fabric or the soft huff is a breath. Someone had tried to kill Dan just a few weeks ago, and there was no reason to believe that person would be content to let him live. The road went quiet as he stepped around the car. The soun

The sound replied “Aye, sir” The inspector entered into the Lusie’s grocery store and said hello, Lusie. And asked how was she doing. “Hey, inspector. Doing good”, replied Lusie. He took some medicines and few bottles of beer and came to Lusie. While Lusie was calculating the price, the inspector said to her that he is a bit confused. He also added that he must meet the man who took Jerry home. “Are you serious, is it needed to investigate the incident so far. Don’t you think you are doing too much”, Lusie asked the inspector. “You don’t know Lusie, a boy was lost around that area three months ago. And according to the saying of the family of that boy, the boy used to talk about a man who co

And there was no mistake about it Gil Sherry had loved his wife. The most promising thing they had to go on was the lead on her new job. Detective Sparks knew from her time working the beat in some of the grittier neighborhoods in Manhattan that once you step foot in that world, the world of strip clubs and underground crime that it was a whole new ballgame. And she didnÕt think for one second that things were different here because this was a small town. The M.E. didnÕt give them anything that day because he claimed was backed up, and by the time she was through questioning neighbors and friends, she decided theyÕd head over to the next town the following day to question the other workers a

It was a sight I never got sick of. “Stop smirking at me.” “What? It’s an innocent smirk I swear.” “Sure,” she snapped. I laughed. *** Lia Havenbrook was your typical small town. It was full of charming and cozy little houses but one thing that set it apart was the fact that it leaned heavily into its backstory. This town was known for being the hub of witchcraft in the area. From what I read online, plenty of witches and wizards from all over came to visit this town.

"The news is full of talk today. Big families in the city shouting at each other. War, they call it. Have you seen any of that?" My hand shook as I held the mug. "I don't watch the news much. I prefer the quiet." Joe and Martha shared a look. It wasn't a suspicious look; it was a look of pity. They knew I was running. In a small town like this, everyone was running from something—a bad debt, a broken heart, or a name that carried too much weight. "Well," Martha said, patting my hand. "The quiet is exactly what we have here. No one comes looking for anything in this town. We just grow our gardens and watch the rain."

"We're going to find out who the mystery guest is. Peter, question the witnesses again, see if they remember his distinctive features. We need to uncover this masked character. Find Jason's VVIP guest list in this house. Maybe we should check these guests one by one, if he is on the VVIP list, it means he is an exclusive." The room buzzed with renewed energy as the team split up to fulfill their tasks. As Nicholas stared out the window, he couldn't shake the feeling that the answer lay in the quiet countryside, perhaps hidden behind the walls of a seemingly innocent dairy and ice cream factory. Before they know it, a journey into the heart of the countryside will uncover an unexpected web of

I was wide-eyed and mouth agape. Guns? I began to feel unsafe and I staggered. From everything I had seen, Massimo could be part of a gang. A mafia gang. 'Don't conclude so fast, ' my subconscious mind said. Drugs and guns are enough justification for being a mafia. The tattoo on his right wrist was drawn largely on the wall of the storeroom. What kind of man is he? My chest heaved heavily as my breath was unsteady. How much more is there to him that I still have to know?

Everyone was gathered. From grandparents to siblings and friends. The house was full of people, eagerly waiting for the birthday boy, Christoffer Derrick, to arrive. His parents, Mr. and Mrs. Derrick, were one of the wealthiest people of Goldfinch, one of the smallest towns in California, recognized for being a target to endless crimes. It was mandatory for people to stay inside at night. The town was rumoured to be cursed. There was no other expalnation to the sickening crimes committed by maksed criminals. From the time the mayor's house had been set on fire, to the time people were violated and killed under the public's sight.

"Can you imagine being the parents? Your living, breathing baby stolen and replaced with a tree trunk. How sick in the head can the person be who did that?" Giselle shook her head, avoiding eye contact with Betsy as she stacked sausage links on the paper. Harry Moss bounced between the customers, taking orders and making jokes. Brighton Cove was a small town in New England, where everyone knew everyone else and secrets might as well be printed in the Brighton Gazette. "Do they know yet who is doing it?" Giselle asked, her voice almost a whisper, as if afraid of the answer.

The small town held the promise of answers, but it also loomed as a battleground where the truth would clash with the shadows of deception. I did not like how I had acquired the information about the town. It had been Chris’s and my date, I should have put everything aside and put in as much effort as he was. But it had already happened, and truthfully, if I was given the opportunity again, I would do the same thing. Because honestly, I just want all of this to be over. I want to be done with all the stress, worry, secrets, lies, and darkness. The rhythmic hum of the car’s engine provided a backdrop to the thoughts bouncing around in my head. What awaited us in that sleepy town? Would we fin