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    Murder Mysteries: Hidden Secret
    Murder Mysteries: Hidden Secret
    Murder Mysteries: Hidden Secret
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    Murder Mysteries: Hidden Secret

    By J.K. Kline

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    Brandi was twenty-three years old with dirty-blonde hair, light blue eyes and a tattoo of an eagle on her right arm. Her black shirt was no longer clean and her jeans had holes at the knees. On her feet were black sneakers with holes worn in them from the miles she'd walked. With a back pack slung over her shoulders, she headed into a small store on the side of the road to buy something to drink.
    Looking around, she noticed the floors were dusty. The old man with the broom was leaning instead of sweeping, as if he needed it to keep himself from falling.

    LanguageEnglish
    Publisherilovetoreadandwritebooks
    Release dateJul 27, 2019
    ISBN9780463574546
    Murder Mysteries: Hidden Secret

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      Murder Mysteries - J.K. Kline

      Brandi was twenty-three years old with dirty-blonde hair, light blue eyes and a tattoo of an eagle on her right arm. Her black shirt was no longer clean and her jeans had holes at the knees. On her feet were black sneakers with holes worn in them from the miles she’d walked. With a back pack slung over her shoulders, she headed into a small store on the side of the road to buy something to drink.

      Looking around, she noticed the floors were dusty. The old man with the broom was leaning instead of sweeping, as if he needed it to keep himself from falling.

      Is there anything I can help you with? The old man asked.

      Just coming in to buy some drinks before I hit the road, Brandi told him with a small smile. Her throat parched from walking so far and so long without a drink, she could feel that her lips were dry when she ran her tongue over them.

      Where you headed? he asked her as he slowly made his way behind the counter.

      Meeting some friends not too far from here. I would say about another hour’s walk. My car broke down and I’m hoping to meet up with them before it gets dark, Brandi replied, grabbing four bottles of water from the cooler and bringing them to the front of the store.

      Didn't ask you who you were meeting. I asked where you were headed. The old man's blue eyes looked into hers. He had gray hair and a wrinkled face. Brandi looked down at his hands and saw they were wrinkled as well.

      Myers Camp, Brandi told him politely as she placed the waters on the counter and pulled her wallet out of her back pocket.

      For the briefest of seconds, Brandi thought the old man’s expression showed fear. Shrugging it off, she asked him for a pack of Camel Wides. As she looked up on the wall at the different brands of cigarettes, she noticed an old newspaper clipping; once white, it was now a faded yellow color.

      How much do I owe you? she asked him, taking out a twenty.

      Myers Camp you say? he asked her; surely with his hearing not as good as it once was, he’d heard her wrong.

      That's right, she stated, her smile fading as she began noticing more newspaper clippings and rewards. As she focused on the titles of the articles, she realized the stories all told about missing adults. People her age.

      What's that up on the wall? Brandi asked him, pointing at the newspaper clippings.

      You'll never make it down the trail to Myers Camp. I warn you, speaking from the kindness of my heart. Start walking back to your car, the old man whispered to her, his face growing pale.

      What are you talking about? She kept her smile, but it wavered just a little.

      People who head to Myers Camp never make it there is what I'm telling you. He watches, keeps a close eye on that road. That road that leads to Myers Camp. The old man was getting a little louder each time he spoke to her.

      Sir, sir, calm down, Brandi urged softly, reaching out to touch the hand that he had placed on the counter. He hadn't even rung up her items yet.

      You say your car broke down? Was it in good shape? The old man squinted at her.

      Yes it was in pretty good shape. Well, I guess it didn't break down. I got a flat tire and for some reason, I didn't have a spare. Brandi rolled her eyes. She was still beating herself up for being unprepared. She could hear her father now telling her that, if she would listen to him about being prepared for any trip she took, then she wouldn't have to be walking.

      It wasn't an accident. Was there something stuck in that tire of yours? Did you find out what caused you to have a flat tire? The old man's blue eyes widened, scaring Brandi a little bit.

      Look, I don't know what you are talking about, Brandi shook her head at him.

      "You asked me what those newspaper clippings were about. I'm trying to tell you. All these people who have gone missing over the years . . . he's gotten to them. They were all headed to the same place you were. It’s like they

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