Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

The task force from Greenfield never expected they would be called to handle a case in such a small, sleepy village. They were

used to dealing with high-profile crimes, not small-town mysteries.

Leading the pack was a woman, about twenty-four, with an air of cool detachment about her.

There were five of them in total, and the four men followed her lead without question.

Abner was not much for sleuthing; he preferred to wander the village, looking for a bit of peace of mind.

When the woman, Rachel, caught sight of him, her brow furrowed slightly, "You're a person of interest now. I'd appreciate it if you'd

stay put like everyone else. We've arranged for your meals during the investigation."

It wasn't just Abner; everyone in the village was under the microscope.

Rachel, with her strong, commanding presence, was the archetypal ice queen—quickly earning the villagers’ respect.

The task force sifted through the suspects, eventually clearing the innocent and focusing their efforts on three remaining

individuals.

Abner was one, Queena another, and the third was someone who had a personal grudge with Jackson, a fellow fisherman.

Rachel made a few calls, clearly reporting back to Greenfield and none too pleased about being dispatched to what she considered

the back of beyond.

"A homicide in the sticks doesn't warrant draggingall the way out here. Greenfield is swamped with cases that should be on

Are you taking orders from someone again? Can't those silver-spoon types just stick

meddling in these affairs?"

was obvious she felt someone high up had pulled strings

even with strings pulled,

expression soured as she heard her boss's voice lower on the other end of

wrap up

and continued her inquiries

interrogated Abner first, then moved on to Tobias, her

no trace of the body? Solving a murder usually started with

the body seemed to

before noticing the memorial paper

"Someone's mourning?"

woman called

"Already buried?"

funeral was delayed because of the police yesterday. Now

sparked in Rachel's eyes, and she quickly made

recovered from his

graveside where Phoebe's coffin was ready for

badge, she persuaded the mourners to open the

outskirts, felt his

The perfect place to hide a

coffin lid was lifted, and

Phoebe's.

the edge of the crowd, cried out in alarm, his mother clutching him tightly. She had rushed back from her job in

hearing of Jackson's

slapped

it! This coffin was heavier than

had just escalated