It was the talk of the reconnaissance party of the Berebury Footpaths Society to see that the path was clear. And so it... (more)
It was the talk of the reconnaissance party of the Berebury Footpaths Society to see that the path was clear. And so it was until a passing crow dropped something exceedingly sinister before their very eyes. From this small beginning developed a murder hunt that cast its net over the trail of a missing financier, someone's ne'er-do-well son, and a man whose facial bruises certainly needed accounting for. (less)