The Drawdown A Silver Pines Mystery Book 3

Silver Pines had always been a quiet town, the kind of place where doors were left unlocked, and everyone knew each other’s business. Its heartbeat was Long Lake, a broad, dark body of water that mirrored the sky and the towering pines surrounding it.

But that morning, something felt wrong—a subtle unease that prickled the skin, like the hush before a storm.

 Mrs. Carver, the elderly widow who lived near the lake, her voice trembling over the line: “Sheriff, our well ran dry last night. Not a drop came out. Nothing!”