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Unseen Motives

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Things aren’t always what they seem…

Stephanie Harris is no stranger to mystery and suspense. The author of several best-selling thrillers returns to her hometown of Driscoll Lake twenty years after her father’s suicide when her great-aunt Helen dies.

She hopes to settle Helen’s affairs as quickly as possible and leave behind the place where she suffered so much heartache. But soon after her arrival, Stephanie stumbles upon information that leads her to believe that all is not as it seems.

When she digs deeper into secrets long buried, she begins to receive warning notes and mysterious phone calls. The threats soon escalate into deliberate attempts to harm her. Stephanie soon finds herself caught in a web of deceit and danger.

Who doesn’t want her to stay? And why? What are they afraid she’ll learn?

Undaunted, Stephanie searches for clues about the scandal surrounding her father’s death. But discovering the truth places her in the path of a cold-blooded killer.

Excerpt

Stephanie parked behind the factory and got out of the car. An eerie silence surrounded her. The road was dark and deserted. The derelict condition of the old factory building gave it an ominous look.

Vines grew along the walls of the old red brick building that once housed the offices. Many of the windows were broken, the others covered in a thick layer of dirt and cobwebs.

“There’s an opening in the fence near an old boxcar,” Kyle had said. “Go through there and meet me in the office building.”

She found the place and slipped inside the fence. Even the abandoned boxcar, with one of its doors opened, had a frightening look. Stephanie was thankful she’d brought a flashlight. She gripped it a little harder and walked to the loading dock. Some of the factory doors were missing. The smell of mold and decay was almost stifling. In spite of the warmth of the night, she shivered.

The factory was empty. The open door leading to the offices caused Stephanie to believe Kyle had already arrived. It was deadly quiet. She strained her ears for the slightest sound.

“Hello? Are you here?”

Silence. Like the calm before the storm. The stillness before a tornado unleashes its fury. She wanted to leave but felt strangely drawn to her father’s old office—the room where he died.

She hesitated a moment before opening the door and going inside. Pale moonlight streamed through the dirty windows. Kyle stood in the center of the room where her father’s desk once sat. His expression was blank—almost as if he was unaware of her presence.

Like a moth drawn to a flame, she rushed toward the spot. The remnant of a dark stain was visible on the bare floor.

Is this my father’s blood? Stephanie knew the answer and turned to look at another dark stain near the door. Madelyn died there.

The sound of footsteps came from the hallway.

“We need to get out of here, now.” Stephanie rushed toward a window. She tried to raise it, but it wouldn’t open. “Kyle,” she whispered, “Help me!”

He remained standing in the center of the room—transfixed by the sound coming from the hallway.

“Kyle!”

“It’s too late.” The voice came from outside the door.

Stephanie turned. Rachel stood in the doorway, her face ashen. A man stood behind her with a gun in his hand.

“Get in there with your friends.” He pushed Rachel to the center of the room and pointed to Stephanie. “You. Move away from that window.”

Stephanie turned and stood beside Rachel and Kyle.

The man came into the room. Stephanie had a sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach.

“Well, now,” he said. “This is good. We’re all here. The place where it all began.”

Unseen Motives



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