Ashwood County

Chapter Seven: The House That Remembers The sheriff’s office smelled like old paper and older coffee—bittersweet, sour, and soaked in

Chapter Six: The Body Drop The tulips bled red under a sky thick with haze. Rows of them stretched across

Chapter Five: Like a Bad Joke The call came in just after dawn. Something about a flipped truck at the

Chapter Four: The Shape of a Lie Cal sat at his kitchen table, the wooden surface worn smooth in places,

Chapter Three: Things That Wait in the Dark The note sat on the passenger seat like it might burn straight

Chapter Two: Where the Light Still Gets In Sheriff Danner stood at the edge of the blanket, boots sinking into