
Foxglove Killings
Gramps always said that when the crickets were quiet, something bad was coming. And the crickets have been as silent as the dead. It started with the murdered deer in the playground, a purple foxglove in its mouth. But in the dying boondock town of Emerald Cove, life goes on.
I work at Gramps''s diner, and the cakes-the entitled rich kids who vacation here-make our lives hell. My best friend, Alex...
Gramps always said that when the crickets were quiet, something bad was coming. And the crickets have been as silent as the dead. It started with the murdered deer in the playground, a purple foxglove in its mouth. But in the dying boondock town of Emerald Cove, life goes on.
I work at Gramps''s diner, and the cakes-the entitled rich kids who vacation here-make our lives hell. My best friend, Alex...