Murder At Silver Mills

Prologue “I promise, I heard screaming, followed by two gunshots,” the estranged woman cried. “It was right down that block! Please! You have to believe me!” She pleaded with the police to listen to her, but they paid no attention to it, for this was Old Lady Constance they were speaking to, infamous for her literally one-minute memory. Little did they know, the Old Lady was not lying this time… Chapter One: The Detective of the Week “Hi, Myra! How are you doing today?” Deputy Millie Howell asked in her usual cheery, optimistic tone. Detective Myra Sawyer, however, had endured the worst night ever. “I’m fine,” she grumbled as Millie handed her her cup of morning Dalgona coffee. “Whoa there grumpy pants,” Millie exclaimed as she blocked Myra from entering her office. “You okay?” “I told you, I'm fine. ” Myra pushed past her, but Millie caught her arm again. “Now, with that tone, it's clear you’re not telling the truth . Did you think I would let you away that easily? We’ve been...