Where the Cracks Begin

Previously

…He glanced back at the house, a dark silhouette against the deepening twilight. Eleanor Vance was a keeper of secrets, a guardian of a past that was clearly more dangerous than he had initially imagined. And he had the distinct impression that her protection of that past was not merely academic. It was personal. The weight of the town’s history, the echoes of the asylum, and the chilling possibility of Sheriff Hayes’s complicity settled upon him, a heavy shroud in the encroaching darkness. He had a feeling this investigation had just taken a sharp turn into the labyrinth of Blackwood’s deepest, darkest corners.