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Dark Secrets and Deadly Puzzles
THERE ARE DARK SECRETS AND OLD CLUES TO PUZZLE PIECES. WITH DEADLY ABDUCTIONS THAT NEED TO BE SOLVED.
Lydia was undercover but now she must run.
She contacts her long-lost sister, Amelia, a therapist and forensic psychologist, pleading for her help…before they find and kill me.
I have evidence of murderous, criminal activity that I need to find a way to stop.
“You can help by solving the puzzles I sent you, but don’t do it alone.”
Amelia hopes her friend, Father Nigel, Priest at the Church of Saint Francis de Assisi, will agree to stay by her side.
Amelia wants to help but she’s not sure this is really her sister, or that her husband Bill will agree to the danger she will be putting herself in.
As she leaves her office she fails to see the man, another dark secret, watching her through the reception window.
Trust No One!
The Drowning in Willowbrook
A sorority queen lies drowned in the shuttered Willowbrook pool.
Family secrets bubble beneath the surface.
Love turns toxic. Obsession breeds danger.
Jealousies run deeper than the water that claimed Greta Harper.
I am Dr. Amelia Radsek, and my search dives into the twisted currents of trust and betrayal. With Father Nigel by my side, I collect evidence like fractured mosaic tiles—each piece jagged with hidden truths.
The shadows close in around us as fake leads and old grudges tangle tighter.
Friends become suspects. Lovers become strangers. Motives blur in icy reflection.
I swim through lies, but the pool hides more than a body.
The final piece waits beneath the surface, gasping for air.
I am running out of breath—and time.
The Lily Blooms at Midnight
They found Reggie Williams dead on Prince Street.
They found my fingerprints in his car.
They found a story that fits too well.
They found their next scapegoat.
I fought my way out of opioids and into daylight, and the past still stalks me like a shadow with a badge. One touch on a glove box turns into a noose, and every fact tightens. Reggie’s last call points straight at me, and the new street drug, Lily, perfumes the whole case with rot.
I hear the sirens coming for my apartment, and I slip out the back like a ghost with a pulse. I run to Amelia Radsek, the woman who once stood in the rehab circle and spoke about tearing down the Syndicate. Her words saved people, and now her name is the only door that still opens for me.
An investigative journalist named George circles the truth like a blade, hungry for the cut that makes it bleed.
A man named Vincent feeds Amelia scraps from the trafficking ring, guilty enough to choke on every secret.
Clues scatter like broken glass, and I follow them barefoot through plain disguises, misleading objects, and hidden discoveries. Even my next-door neighbor looks different when a murder hangs in the air like smoke.
The city becomes a scavenger hunt, and every “evidence” tag reads like a warning label on my life. I keep running, because cages come in more than one form.