Emmett
“Emmett,” Miri called from outside the low, older building, just off the highway before the town border. Across the parking lot and down the hill was a small cove. This one was rockier than the other beaches and not as calm, but I knew from some of my morning runs that the most spectacular sunrises could be viewed from here. I always enjoyed running past this area.
Until I learned this building housed creatures of the underworld.
“Emmett,” Miri called again, and I got out of my car.
Look, I liked Miri. She was a lovely person, very sweet, and did a ton of charity work in Queen’s Cove. She was an incredible contribution to our community. I couldn’t think of a bad thing to say about the woman.
She was persistent, though, I’d give her that. When Miri phoned with the details about
