![]() ![]() ![]() She heads of into a part of the country she’s not familiar with, into a town she’d never heard of, to find out what happened to her brother in the week since she’d heard from him last. Especially if you’re a gutsy crime reporter like Lucy. When your younger brother, the one you spent a few years raising yourself after your parents’ death, goes missing - you throw caution to the wind to go find him. “It’s the last place he mentioned before disappearing.” She gripped the wheel tighter. ![]() “You think he’s down there somewhere?” Damon had turned in his seat and was studying her as if searching her reaction. ![]() The sight of it sent a ripple of gooseflesh running up her arms. In the distance she could see a cluster of buildings dotted with patches of open fields and circled by forests. “Something or someone.” As she spoke, they rounded a bend and the road tapered downwards. “It’s complicated, but I know he wouldn’t not show.”“Not unless something stopped him?” Damon asked, finishing her thought. Her history was painful, and rehashing it for a stranger wouldn’t really help. Mystery/Detective Fiction/Crime Fiction/Thriller. ![]()
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