The Monster of Silver Creek – summary
Silver Creek is known for its miles of pristine shoreline. Tourists flock every summer to partake in the water activities and fun in the sun. But a sinister killer is on the loose. A killer who feeds off of young women’s fear…and leaves a most unusual calling card. Police Chief Nathan Sommers is on the hunt, but every road leads to a dead end. Nathan is battling his own personal demons as he tries to cope with the death of his wife. Two years have passed since, but he feels her dying was a direct result of his actions and he is consumed by guilt. His personal life just became more complicated when he meets Katie, the pretty new owner of the bakery. Nathan slowly builds a relationship with her, but still struggles with Jenny’s death. As he draws nearer to the killer, everything in his life suddenly comes undone. He is forced to deal with his feelings for Katie and his love for his dead wife.
“It was after nine when Nathan finally arrived home that evening. He laid his gun on the table beside him and sat down wearily in the brown leather recliner. He let his head rest against the back of it and closed his eyes for a moment. Missy Rosenberg’s face still lingered in his mind.
When he was a homicide detective, he had always felt that his job was to bring justice for the dead and closure to the ones they left behind. But over the last few weeks, he slowly had begun to realize that it wasn’t going to make a difference. The women would still be dead and their families would still be grieving for them.
He slowly sat forward and leaned over to untie his work boots. As he did, his wedding picture caught his eye, just like it had every night for the past two years. He kicked off his boots and picked up the silver frame.
He let his fingers trace over Jenny’s face, all the while wishing he could feel her skin. There were times that he could almost capture it. It was always there, but just out of his reach.
A heavy sigh fell from his lips as he set the frame down and stared at the case files in his lap. One by one he opened them and placed the folders on the coffee table in front of him.
His fingers picked up the first victim’s file. Carol Fuqua worked as a bank teller right across the street from the station. She was well known and well liked. Her death had sent shockwaves of terror across this close-knit community.
He sorted through the photos taken at the crime scene. Her hands had been bound behind her so tightly, that the tape had left deep cuts in her wrists. He flipped the photos over and began going over the report. Her father had placed a frantic call to the police when she hadn’t come home the night before. The next afternoon Carol’s car had been found on a rural road near Graves Landing. The keys were in the ignition, but it had been wiped clean of fingerprints. Two days later a fisherman found her body in some tall brush by the water’s edge.
Nathan had interviewed everyone he could think of that knew Carol. They were all just as shocked as he was, but they didn’t know anything. Her father thought she had a prepaid cell phone. However, a search of her car didn’t turn one up.
He closed the folder and picked up the next one. The only things Nathan could find that the victims had in common was that they were all pretty young women whose bodies had been found around the lake. But the similarities stopped after that. Carol was a local, while the others were from neighboring counties. Their hair types weren’t even the same.
The killer had left no fingerprints, no hairs, no fibers, and no clues of any kind behind. And the murder weapon was perplexing. It caused two small wounds over the heart, sometimes rupturing the aorta, but always puncturing it. The openings were relatively small in diameter and spaced three inches apart.
He looked at a photo of the stone found inside the third victim’s mouth. Dr. Jensen confirmed that it had been placed there post-mortem. This was the same conclusion on all the women. The rocks were small, round and smooth to the touch. Unfortunately, there wasn’t really anything unique about them. They could be found anywhere along the shoreline.
It was well after midnight before Nathan went to bed. His mind was still processing the cases, refusing to let him sleep. There were so many unanswered questions. Was the killer a local or just passing through? Did he like to stand around and watch the police? Had he been watching them this morning? He wished he had at least one piece of concrete evidence. Just something that would point him in the right direction.
He turned over on his side and closed his eyes trying to will himself to sleep. His hand instinctively felt for Jenny. She of course, wasn’t there, nor would she ever be there again. Her loss washed over him for the thousandth time. ”
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Author bio:I have been happily married to my husband for over 21 years now. I have two great sons, two persnickety cats, and 1 unconditionally loving dog who thinks he’s a person.
The Monster Of Silver Creek is my second novel published. I am currently working on my next book, Seasons Of Darkness, which is a follow up to After All Is Said And Done.
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