Small Town Mystery Books Novels & Stories

"Oh my God! another murder?," "Isn't that Mrs Hudsons home?," "I don't understand, who the hell murders an. old defenseless woman?," "Do you think the town is cursed?," "It has to be, how else can you explain what is happening in town?, the murders and mysterious disappearances?" The town folks whispered as sheriff Byod stood at the threshold of the crime scene, taking in the sight before him. The small, modest home in the rural town of Hallow Groove was now the center of a gruesome murder investigation.

I beamed. "Crazy, isn't it?" "Fucking crazy, for real." "First, we put THE DA VINCI CODE by DAN BROWN here." He picked out the book and inserted it in the center line of the shelf. He put HOW TO STOP TIME by MATT HAIG, followed by EVERGREEN by NAOMI HIRAHARA. "Then KISS THE GIRLS by JAMES PATTERSON." He put it next to the first book. "I've read that." I went on in a spur of excitement. "It's a thriller and mystery novel about a detective who's trying to track down a serial killer. So many twists and cliffhangers. Total page-turner." I giggled.

I opened the book and began to read the first page: Everyone knows the small town of Telluride, where the people are mysterious, where you can get lost and no one is surprised, where the strangest things happen and no one says anything, why? What is hidden in Telluride that its inhabitants are used to or afraid of? On my journey through that place in 1890 I discovered everything there could be, strange creatures, magical places and devilish people. "That's it, let's go" Lucas appeared behind me making me jump.

Lev asks as the waiter leaves. “They own a bookstore,” I reply, grateful for the easy question. “They’ve been running it since before I was born. It’s a small place, but it’s pretty much the only place in town that sells the types of books people really want to read.” “I take it they’re not peddling textbooks,” he replies with a grin. “A lot of Romance. Holy shit, so much Romance. That, and Murder Mysteries, but people need some excitement. God knows they don’t get any in that little town otherwise.”

But nothing seemed to match the symbol on my door. Frustrated, I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my temples. There had to be something here, some clue that I was missing. I glanced at the stack of books beside me, my eyes landing on one that looked older and more worn than the others. Its leather cover was cracked and faded, the title barely legible: *The Mysteries of Silverwood.* I pulled the book closer and opened it carefully. The pages were brittle, the text handwritten in an elegant script. As I flipped through the pages, a passage caught my eye:

It was like searching for a needle in a haystack, and with every passing minute, the urgency only grew. But then, as I was about to give up for the night, something caught my eye—a small, weathered book tucked away on the bottom shelf. Its cover was faded, the title barely legible, but there was something about it that drew me in. I carefully pulled it from the shelf, the pages brittle and yellowed with age. The title read, *The Lost Chronicles: A History of the Ancient Magics*. My heart raced as I opened the book, scanning the pages for anything that might be relevant. It wasn’t long before I found a section that made my breath catch in my throat.

I go the book I am currently reading, it is murder mystery/ thriller, titled ‘As good as dead’ and it is very interesting and intriguing. It was about a girl about to go to college, she is Blake’s age and she had spent the past two years solving murder cases and now she is clearly traumatized since in the last book, she had a guy die in her arms. I am not far in, I just started it on the plane and I have had much time to finish the book.

“No doubt.” “What about those two small FedEx boxes?” “Most recent novels from Samhain Horror.” “Awesome. Those books I bought at the Webb County Library sale last week?” “Sorted into general and mystery fiction. Struck the mother lode with all those Mary Higgins Clark novels.” “We cater to all tastes, miss. Unless you like Twilight, 50 Shades of Gray or James Patterson. Folks want drivel, they can drive to Utica.” “Hey. I actually liked Twilight. It wasn’t all bad.”

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

he retort angrily and pressed my head to the ground. “No boss, but I reckon they are village hunters” I heard Del say to the person on the other side of the phone. Village hunters? Here? In this town, city, or wherever this place is? Although the place looks like the outskirts of the city there are still some modern houses around here, but just a few though still, it doesn't look like a village so how come there are ‘village hunters’ like he said just now? I couldn’t believe that but who am I to go against what he is saying.