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There was dead silence when we passed the old Clay graveyard, not because the occupants were dead, but because we disturbed the living.
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When Clint Theilo, an apprentice newspaper reporter and his half-brother, State Police Lieutenant James Brock, teams together to find a killer, many secrets unfold. Engrossed in the murder trial of The State vs. Jackson Newton, Clint discovers accusatory remarks blurted out on the stand will take him directly to Lacy Black. He unearths the secret to Lacy’s adoption, drugs, murder for hire and blackmail. The mysterious death of Lacy's parents makes an inward Lacy flee from raging innuendoes. Desperate for solace, Lacy secretes herself in the quaint town of Red Clay but a killer watches her every move. Circumstances dictate her return to Lake Melbourne but she knows someone will accuse her of murdering Newton when law enforcement finds his frozen body hanging from a utility wire. As Lacy warms to Clint, she becomes confident, tells him everything and their relationship turns passionate. After Lacy's near death with the killer, a twenty-year-old mystery is exposed.
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“Momma’s going to get you, yes, she will. You shouldn’t be a peeking at the window sill. Watch what you're doing, you might get killed. Because Momma's going to get you, yes, she will. The blood runs red down the old knife blade; I pitched red clay with my little spade.”
Cold shivers flew up Lacy's back like a window shade. She didn’t know what to think, but sure as hell was going to lock all the doors … maybe even leave all the lights on in the house.
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