Where the Cracks Begin

Previously

…And the abandoned asylum, a silent sentinel on the hill, seemed to be at the heart of it all. He had a feeling this case was going to be far more complex, and far more dangerous, than he had initially anticipated. He could already feel the cracks beginning to form, not just in the town’s facade, but perhaps within himself. The guilt from his last case, the one that still haunted his sleep, felt like a cold hand on his shoulder, a grim reminder of the stakes. He took a deep breath, the damp air doing little to clear his head. Blackwood Creek was a town that held its breath, and he had a sinking feeling he was about to be the one to force it to exhale.