Farther
up the hill stood Leanne Parker’s house, which could be seen from the road through the tall
trees surrounding her property. She was a murder mystery writer, famous for her
intricate and bloody murder plots. Her house was square-shaped, built from dark
wood, and windowless. Every day, lines of crows perched on the flat tin roof to
watch over the house and whoever dared to pass by.
Todd
understood that Leanne was harmless, even though she frightened most people
with her dark sense of humor. She loved tragedies and horror stories. She’d
picked an appropriate place to live, since Oasis had its own morbid history.
Her unsympathetic and aloof manner alienated her from many people, and he
believed that was what had caused her to retreat from society.
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