Ch. 15 | Clean Hands, Dirty Empire
Turns out the help takes notes.
Turns out the help takes notes.
You can only fake the light for so long.
Some parties reveal more than secrets.
Some affairs don’t stay discreet.
Every friendship starts with a little gossip.
Some homes hide more than secrets.
A little murder won’t stop the campaign.
He’s not bitter—he’s blessed.
When HOA threats meet golf carts and cocaine.
Not all churches are God’s idea.
Some turf wars don’t need grass to grow.
A perfect day for a quadruple homicide.
Sam Ellison Mysteries
Sam Ellison Mysteries
Yesterday Didn't Exist
Yesterday Didn't Exist
Yesterday Didn't Exist
Yesterday Didn't Exist
Two Weeks Later Savannah lay on her bed in her cell. She couldn’t face reality. Seb was gone. Nothing else mattered. So instead of facing her current situation, she drifted back to a time where everything was perfect. A time where things were just on the horizon. A time
Sam Ellison Mysteries
We should’ve left earlier, Peter thought as he peered through the blinds of his bedroom window. It was a rainy night. It felt eerily ominous, which ratched his nerves all the more. Truth was, he wasn’t sure what he was late from running from, or if the danger
Yesterday Didn't Exist
Savannah shakily fit her key into the front door. She hadn’t heard from Seb—her husband—all day. That was unusual for them. His SUV was parked out front, which was also odd. He always used the garage. She had to park behind him in the driveway. It struck