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

orders from someone again? Can't those silver-spoon types just

meddling in these affairs?"

high up had pulled strings to get her on

even with

expression soured as she heard her boss's voice

wrap up

continued her inquiries

Tobias, her team trailing behind, mystified

Jackson was murdered, how could there be no trace of the body? Solving a murder usually

body seemed to

on Abner before noticing the memorial paper fluttering in

"Someone's mourning?"

a woman called

"Already buried?"

to be. The funeral was delayed because of the police yesterday. Now they're about

eyes, and she quickly made her way to the

recovered from his injuries, followed her

where Phoebe's coffin was

persuaded the mourners to open

outskirts, felt his eyebrows

it? The perfect place to hide

lid was lifted, and the dirt

Phoebe's.

edge of the crowd, cried out in alarm, his mother clutching

of

coffin bearers slapped their

than Fabian's, even though

had just escalated