SETUP:
In case you're just jumping into the story... There coffins washed out of the creek bank during a recent flood. The remains were three girls that went missing 20+ years ago. Dave suspects his dad. Their house had been the last place he had seen one of the girls alive. She was one of many children Dave's parents cared for through the foster program. Dave has blocked memories from his childhood, and the voice in his head goads him to remember.
Below is part of a conversation Dave is having with his dad. His dad speaks first. As always, the italics is "the voice" Dave hears in his head. (I had to edit down some and mess with punctuation to fit, so I hope it doesn't lose its impact. For those who asked, yes I plan to publish this.)
His father said nothing for a moment, just stared at the blank television. “Dear God, it’s my fault—it’s my fault that she’s there.”
“What do you mean your fault?”
His father didn’t answer.
Tell me!” shouted Dave. He had never raised his voice to his father before, ever.
Truth or dare time, Davy, truth or dare! I dare you to ask for the truth, all of it—come on, Davy! Don’t you want to know what happened?
Dave cupped his hands over his ears as if that would stop it.
“What do you mean your fault?”
His father didn’t answer.
Tell me!” shouted Dave. He had never raised his voice to his father before, ever.
Truth or dare time, Davy, truth or dare! I dare you to ask for the truth, all of it—come on, Davy! Don’t you want to know what happened?
Dave cupped his hands over his ears as if that would stop it.
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BLURB:
When
three small coffins are unearthed near the Wiscoy Creek during a
routine dredging operation, it’s the last thing DAVE ROBERTSON, of the Lamont Weekly Times, expected. Pinned to the skeleton’s clothing are pictures from milk cartons of missing girls.
Dave is stunned to find that one of the girls is Sally―a foster child his parents had cared for through the Friends of Foster Families (FFF) program. Cold case files reveal the girls disappeared over 20 years ago. Knowing his house was the last place he saw Sally alive, he can’t help but suspect his dad.
How can he write the biggest story of his career if his father turns out to be the killer? If the voice in his head would shut up and let him remember, he might figure it out before he loses his mind and his dad is charged with murder.
Full blurb and snippet recap here.
Dave is stunned to find that one of the girls is Sally―a foster child his parents had cared for through the Friends of Foster Families (FFF) program. Cold case files reveal the girls disappeared over 20 years ago. Knowing his house was the last place he saw Sally alive, he can’t help but suspect his dad.
How can he write the biggest story of his career if his father turns out to be the killer? If the voice in his head would shut up and let him remember, he might figure it out before he loses his mind and his dad is charged with murder.
Full blurb and snippet recap here.
