That night, Carter couldn't shake the feeling that the clock was ticking. He sat alone in his office, staring at the evidence laid out before him: photos of the victims, the notes, and the mysterious pocket watch he had found buried with Max. The handwriting was unmistakable. The game, it seemed, had been laid out for him.
Then, a sudden realization hit him. The symbol—the circle with an eye. He had seen it before, not in any of Blackwood's old journals, but in something far more recent. Something much closer to home.
It was the symbol of the Oak Ridge Historical Society, a private group that had met regularly for decades. It wasn't exactly a secret, but its members were known for their eccentricities, and they had always seemed... off to Carter. He had brushed it off in the past, never considering it important.
But now, everything was converging around it. The Historical Society, the strange beliefs of Elias Blackwood, and the twisted, ritualistic murders of these children—all of it was connected.
Carter's suspicions turned toward one person in particular—Henry Owens. Henry was the president of the Oak Ridge Historical Society, an aging man with a long history in the town. He had been a part of Oak Ridge for decades, and his knowledge of its secrets was vast. No one seemed to know where he'd come from originally, but there were whispers about his past—whispers that had always been brushed aside as rumors.
But Carter didn't have time for rumors anymore.
He needed answers.
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Gwen's Cold Blood Murders
Mystery / ThrillerHe was a killer-cold, calculating, and without remorse. Two innocent lives were cut short by his hand: one a 13-year-old child, the other only 14. The horrific act left the community shattered and searching for answers. But what happens to a man lik...
