Chapter 1I sit in Trinity Park, facing the century-old gothic revival architecture of St. Thomas’s Episcopal Church across the street. A December wind brushes across my face. Leafless birch trees bend their gnarled limbs in front of the church, in the snow-blanketed garden—like parishioners in silent prayer.
Pedestrians shuffle along the snowy landscape of the antique shops and mom-and-pop restaurants.
In the church tower, the bells clang noon. My eyes start to close against the hypnotic knock of the bells.
My mind drifts back to when I sold my house and moved in with Milestone County’s Sheriff Philip Erickson.
Everything changed. I was no longer alone. I now slept beside a sexy snoring sheriff. And I have someone to talk to whenever I have a problem I can’t quite work out on my own. L
