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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 their fancy

meddling in these affairs?"

obvious she felt someone high up had pulled strings to get her on

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

heard her boss's voice lower on the other end

up the case

and continued

Tobias, her team trailing behind, mystified

the body? Solving

body seemed to vanish into thin

before noticing the memorial

"Someone's mourning?"

a woman called Phoebe

"Already buried?"

delayed because of the police

glint of realization sparked in Rachel's eyes, and

recovered from his injuries, followed her

graveside where Phoebe's coffin was ready for

mourners to open the coffin

standing on the outskirts, felt his

hadn't he thought of it? The perfect place to hide a body was in

was lifted, and the dirt began to cover it, Jackson's

Phoebe's.

in alarm, his mother clutching him tightly. She had rushed back from her job in the

of

coffin bearers slapped their

was heavier than Fabian's, even though they cfrom

case had just