A feline beast haunts old Nellie Crane’s soul. Since 1912, twenty years have passed, and still, the tragic accident that caused her daughter’s death continues to trouble her. Nightly visits to the cemetery are hidden from her husband and a town full of people who did nothing to help when her precious nine-year-old died.
Sheriff William Reed searches for a killer—a heartless murderer who has taken the lives of eight people. He follows a trail of suspects that lead to Nellie’s abusive husband…but is it the old man that wreaks havoc in his small river town—or something else?
Is that fur?
She nudged the black mound with the toe of her shoe. No movement. The dead animal lay stiff, and looked exactly like the kitten Louisa had as a child.
Nellie dropped her bare knees into the cold earth. A chill rushed across her shoulders as the sound of her daughter’s cries echoed in her mind. Poor creature died on my baby’s grave. She looked around, and her eyes narrowed. Or someone put it here.
“What kind of mother would I be to leave a dead animal on my sweet Louisa’s grave?” She snatched up an empty bucket from some old florals on a nearby plot and used it to scoop up the cat. “Don’t worry, honey. I’ll bury your friend at home, in my garden, next to the roses.”
She held the black corpse away from her gown and scurried back through the field. If Dan woke from the sofa and found their bed empty, life with him would become unbearable—a lesson she’d learned many times.
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