Jordan’s fingers hovered over the keyboard, the glow of the monitor casting blue light across the cluttered desk. The co-working space hummed with the clatter of keyboards and muffled conversations, but Jordan’s mind was elsewhere—focused on the spreadsheet open on…
The town of Cedar Hollow had always been a place where secrets lingered in the misty air, but nothing prepared Clara Voss for the unraveling that began the day she found the note. It was tucked beneath the door of…
The air in Harbor’s End hung heavy with salt and diesel, the kind of brine that clung to your skin long after you left the docks. Mira Voss stepped off the bus, her boots crunching over gravel as she scanned…