The Cross Bearer

Late October, 1921.

Early one morning, amidst thick fog, a body is found in the middle of the vineyards. Rigor mortis indicates that the person has been dead for several hours, and after a brief inspection of the wounds, the unanimous conclusion is that he was the victim of an accidental fall.
But what was a man doing alone, in the early hours, on a dark and desolate hill? Was it really an accident, or is there a more violent component to the event?
As if that weren't enough, rumors and legends of a supernatural presence wandering the paths near the scene of the incident quickly begin to surface...

Eloy has only been in this town, where his grandparents once lived, for a month. However, this time he's not here on vacation, but as the new police officer in the region.
With the help of an old friend he hasn't seen in a long time, he will be responsible for solving this mystery before his own life, or that of those he holds dear, is in danger.

*** This is the LGBTQ+ historical thriller no one asked for but that I needed to write ***