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“Yes, please and thank you. Cream and sugar. When the coffee was on his table, he turned to me. - Thanks. - It was nothing. Good book? — Yes, I can't stop reading. He held it up so I could see the cover, which had a “dark night and stormy” of a running man. "Do you like suspense?" “Thriller and thriller, the occasional mystery. I pulled my bag from under the seat in front of me and grabbed one of the markers. from Damien. — So maybe you like this author. In these books, the adventures take place in Australia and it is a series with a police protagonist. There's a touch of the supernatural as well. He looked to either side of the marker, then nodded. - Thanks for the tip. I'll look later.

Selena sat in front of her MacBook, typing furiously as she continued writing her latest mystery novel. She had always been passionate about writing ever since she was a little girl and had often imagined herself as a famous author in her own right. The book she was currently working on was a murder mystery set in a small town in Maine. The protagonist was a young detective named Lily who was trying to solve the mysterious murder of a wealthy businessman. As Selena wrote, her imagination ran wild, crafting plot twists and cliffhangers that would keep her readers on the edge of their seats.

And while he'd made friends in the Ridge, none of them were the kind who'd merit the sort of thoughtful, artsy stuff Misty carried in her shop. Thanks to the small-town grapevine, he knew she was single, but surprisingly little else was known about her. In a place that valued gossip as highly as gold, that was intriguing all by itself. Since Denver habitually kept to himself too, and he understood valuing privacy, he hadn't tried to find out more. So, he'd just been admiring her from afar all this time, as if she were one of the wild, rare flowers she sold.

As I watch a little boy of about 8 years old, cross the street by the courthouse just outside the park, I wait patiently for a man named Jim Davidson to show up. Thing is, as I sit here reading the news on the newspaper’s website, I have noticed something odd about this quiet little place. For a small town like Mount Pleasant, Michigan, there sure are a lot of little children missing from their own backyards. And that is only the tip of the iceberg, because once I started digging, I found out that children have disappeared here for centuries without anyone ever finding them again. So, what is so different about this place? Why would she show up here? And why Jim?

He obviously loved thrillers as most of the books were made up with novels by Ian Fleming, Desmond Bagley, Hammond Innes, Ian Rankin, Michael Robotham and Alistair MacLean. My mobile sounded and I moved out on to the landing. Caller ID: Kimberley. “Hello, darling,” I said into the phone. “I need a drink,” she explained. “Bad morning?” “Ever since that break-in you investigated, Bio-Preparations insist on having an audit every month,” she said breathlessly. “Why have they got to have it on a bloody Saturday?” “You poor thing,” I said soothingly, feeling partially responsible. “So how about the Waggoner’s Rest?” She persisted. “I’ve just arrived back at the quay.”

cole, a writer who committed suicide the next day. "I am a small writer. But I got fascinated by this book. It made me search for it. I scoured for this book so that I can have it, but it had been lost for decades. Somehow, I came to know about a village where everything started. The 'Blackhound village.'

I despised them almost as much as I despised being woken up from my sleep, I rolled my eyes before looking over at Justin, Justin was a tall lanky guy, three years my junior and completely obsessed with murders. “Rush, it is an extremely high profile case and there’s a lot of second guessing going around, let’s face it the Hudson’s are not short of enemies. They’ve been crawling out from the shadows for some time now.” there was a brief pause where Justin and I gave each other a knowing look, only a person with our experience would know that a person who is missing, is a person of interest. “If a person has nothing to hide, why would they run?” I said to Justin while raising an arched eyebro

That was the least convivial bar I have ever been in, he thought as he blinked at the abrupt change from the dank gloom of Tiny Lounge to the blistering sunshine outside. On Main Street all the little residents of Smiths Hollow went about their business—buying lunch meat at the deli, picking up nails and bolts at the hardware store, wiping ice cream and snot off the faces of their screaming children. Much to Riley’s disappointment they were all acting completely normal—not a whiff of fear, suspicion, or scandal anywhere. You’d think nobody was murdered here at all, Riley thought. He walked in the direction of the arcade, thinking vaguely that the town’s teenagers would be talking about it. K

Which is kind of strange when you think about it, since small towns are notoriously known for their bevy of busybodies. It's a dead little town with nothing much happening, but for some reason a year ago I was drawn to the place, and try as I might I still don't know why. But the call was strong enough that I caved and have been doing some behind the scenes snooping if you will. I know some of my kind can get up to some shady shit in places like this but so far I haven't sniffed out anything that would bring me down on their heads like the sword of Damocles.

It was curious that not even a lycan had been able to manage it, though. Researching the town was easy. There weren’t exactly any other towns nearby, other than the lycan town, so the criminal didn’t have many options of places to find victims. The size of it, however, made it curious that he hadn’t been caught yet, even for a fox. From what I had learned in past experience, he probably had a well enough respected social presence in a small town like that that nobody would suspect him. Or, they would come up with a reason it couldn’t be him, even when all evidence pointed that way.