For years the little town had been the epitome of small town America. When murder and mayhem begin to take over everyone is caught up in the anguish.
The man dressed in black slid his knees behind Dorothy Miller's legs and forced her down o the sofa. He knew the woman was drowning in terror. In his hand he held a heavy statue. He lifted the bronze figure and looked into the eyes of the pretty dark-haired woman. Swiftly and devoid of emotion he smashed her on the side of the head and watched the warm blood ooze against her cheek.
