Newly single and knee-deep in murder. What will tomorrow hold?
Newly single and knee-deep in murder. What will tomorrow hold?
Relieved at finally signing her divorce papers Penny Blackwell looked forward to moving on. She didn’t expect the past to come calling so soon—or so fatally. Just hours later, she’s thrust back to the home she ran from in her bell-bottomed days, faced with a haunting murder.
Decades ago, Penny and her junior high school friends formed The School's Out Murder Club, thinking they’d left mysteries behind after graduation. But now, a ghost from their past has deposited a body on their doorstep, and Penny's family is in the line of fire.
Can Penny and the Murder Club set aside old grievances, unearth deep-seated secrets, and tap into their talents to solve a murder and save a lost friend? Or will they add another name to the murder board?
The Remember Me Murders is the quirky kickoff to the Willows Creek Murder Club Cozy Mystery Series. Immerse yourself in a tale of suspense, subtle paranormal twists, and old-school intrigue. Don your detective cap and dive in today!
CHAPTER 1
Penny Blackwell
The last time I held my key to this lock, my worn-out bell-bottoms brushed over a dead body on the pavement as I hopped into my boyfriend’s red convertible, and Rex Smith’s “You Take My Breath Away” poured from the car’s radio. I hadn’t set foot in Willows Creek since.
Until now, here I was, stepping around a fading white chalk line tracing the shape of another dead body. It was 5 AM on a cool and rainy October Wednesday morning, with the moon still high in the sky.
The hair on the back of my neck stood while an owl hooted. I scanned what I could see of the landscape since the motion detector only lit the area in front of the door.
Last evening, Uncle Carl Blackwell, who owns this in-hill garage attached to a mammoth red barn, sent me a surprise direct message ordering me to get my butt back to Willows Creek before sunup.
Willows Creek is a little village amongst cornfields bordered by a lake and a state park. It’s about ten minutes south of Riverbend. Now, except for the university and a classic car museum, Riverbend isn’t all that special, but it’s a three-hour drive from Chicago, Detroit, Cleveland, and Indianapolis. What I guess I’m telling you is there are lots of roads that lead to this area and few good excuses not to come.
Uncle hadn’t said much, except for the “butt here” thing. I did get out of him that yesterday morning he’d discovered the body of Melvin Mercer on the cement drive just behind me. The heels of my black boots rested on what would be his head area if Melvin was still lying there. To read more click the preview button.
