Sam Ellison Mysteries
Ch. 6 | What God Built, Man Branded
Not all churches are God’s idea.
Sam Ellison Mysteries
Not all churches are God’s idea.
Sam Ellison Mysteries
Some turf wars don’t need grass to grow.
Sam Ellison Mysteries
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