Unraveling Porterville's Dark Secret

Previously

…The knot in my stomach tightened. I wasn’t just chasing a killer anymore. I was unraveling a tangled web of complicity, a dark secret that had been festering beneath Porterville’s surface for years, and Eleanor Vance had paid the ultimate price for trying to bring it to light. The lines on my diagram were drawing closer, forming a tight, almost suffocating knot. And at the center of it all, I sensed, lay the truth. A truth that powerful people would do anything to keep hidden. The Weaver's Knot was tightening, and I was caught in its threads.