Weeping Willows: A Thrilling Mystery Novella (Dark Desires Book 1)

with tension. Even as he consoled and comforted his wife through all the paperwork being filed. Suzie had been surprised at how efficient he had become. Being a quiet man, he controlled the entire situation. This was a nightmare, Suzie could never have imagined that she would be searching for her best friend when she had awoken this morning. Sure, she had thought that it was a bit strange that Melissa hadn't called her but never in a million years could she have imagined that this would be happening. Horrific thoughts raced through her mind. “Oh God, please let Melly be okay and please let them find her.”, she prayed silently.

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  A search party ensued. The police were already combing the countryside of Rosewood Creek, but as of yet no Melissa. She appeared to be have disappeared off the face of the earth.

  Miles and miles of road stretched ahead. Loud country music blared from the car radio. Thick forest like vegetation lined both side of the road. The truck moved on, the man reaching into his cubby for the pack of cigarettes, quickly lighting it up and took in a quick puff, while his thoughts flitted. He'd been doing so well kicking the smoking habit until now with the stress of recent events had proven too much.

  A sudden fork in the road appeared, one leading directly to Rosewood Creek while the other leading to Hanover miles away. As he drove towards Hanover for another hour the turn into the dirt track suddenly appeared. He had almost missed it. He quickly turned right and swung the vehicle onto the beaten gravelly track. The truck bumping on the loose rocks as he made his way down the winding land.

  Tall pine trees outlining the horizon, he opened the window to inhale the fresh pine scent. It was heavenly, this untouched land. He looked up ahead at the thin, grey spirally smoke. In the distance, up ahead stood the large study farmhouse that he'd grown to love. It brought a feeling of coming home. Its location isolated from prying eyes. He could now smell the wood smoke emanating from the chimney.

  It felt comforting. He made a quick turn into the pathway leading up to the farmhouse. Switching of the truck, he sat for a few minutes gathering his thoughts. He hadn't told Emma that he would be coming. She would be surprised that he had made a trip out. He needed to get his story straight.

  Arriving at the farmhouse without calling right in the middle of a semester, Emma was definitely going to have a go at him, she'd nag endlessly. He would have to take it in his stride. A lot had happened these past few weeks. His nerves were shot to hell. The police were grilling him mercilessly. He'd kept cool. Nobody needed to know about his past. It was left buried. His life and future depended on it.

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