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

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

meddling in these affairs?"

felt someone high up had pulled strings to get

and even with strings pulled, it shouldn't have landed on

voice lower on the other end of the

up the

and continued her inquiries around the

first, then moved on to Tobias, her

trace of the

the body seemed to vanish into

on Abner before noticing the memorial paper fluttering

"Someone's mourning?"

a woman

"Already buried?"

of the police yesterday.

realization sparked in Rachel's eyes, and she

his injuries, followed

where Phoebe's coffin

the mourners to open

on the outskirts, felt his eyebrows shoot

he thought of it? The perfect place to hide a

shocking, when the coffin lid was lifted, and the

Phoebe's.

on the edge of the crowd, cried out in alarm, his mother clutching him tightly. She had

of Jackson's

slapped their foreheads in

than

had just escalated