Chapter 2-2

1970 Words

“They’re at the end of the room, right by the fireplace,” he said. “I should remain out here to make sure no one leaves before giving their statement.” That seemed like an a*s backwards way of going about getting witness statements—you go to them, you don’t wait for them to come to you—but Lynn didn’t argue. Rural law enforcement more often than not had their own way of doing things, and that’s why they always needed all the help they could get. Seeing them work now, makes her doubt even more that this county, and this Sheriff’s Office had investigated a murder this brutal in living memory. Though NYC wasn’t so very far away, so maybe she was wrong. The interior of the log cabin smelled of natural wood, smoke from countless years of fires burning in the huge fireplace dominating one of

Free reading for new users
Scan code to download app
Facebookexpand_more
  • author-avatar
    Writer
  • chap_listContents
  • likeADD