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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

orders from someone again? Can't those silver-spoon types just stick to racing their

meddling in these affairs?"

high up had pulled

a long way from Fishing Village, and even with

boss's voice lower on the other end

up

continued her inquiries around the

moved on to Tobias, her team trailing behind, mystified by

be no trace of the body? Solving a murder usually

seemed to vanish into

noticing the memorial

"Someone's mourning?"

woman called Phoebe

"Already buried?"

was delayed because of the police yesterday. Now they're about to lay the

Rachel's eyes, and she quickly

recovered from his

at the graveside where Phoebe's coffin was

she persuaded the mourners to

the outskirts, felt his eyebrows

it? The perfect place

shocking, when the coffin lid was lifted, and the dirt began to cover

Phoebe's.

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

of

bearers slapped their foreheads in

than Fabian's, even though they cfrom the

case had just escalated