Who Is Esme Smythe?

Who Is Esme Smythe?

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Author's note - I've never written a book like this before so please be gentle with it 😭😅🥹 Isabella Grant was a great detective - before she was hit by a bus trying to save a kid. Now stuck with amnesia, Isabella could only remember one thing. A name. Esme Smythe. She didn't know who this was, but according to some files she read, Esme was a young eight year old girl who got snatched up while playing at the park. Their small town was close-knitted, and Esme's case was the most serious case that town had ever had to face. Isabella had no idea why she remembered Esme's name, but she was determined to find out. ***~~~*** "Detective Grant?" Isabella looks up at the beady-eyed stranger before her. "Do I know you?" The stranger chuckles, his thin lips curving in a sort of squinty way. "Well, darn, they must have been serious if you can't even remember lil' ol' me. I'm Sheriff Stanley Constantine. But you always call me Ley-Con. Heaven knows why." A flicker of recognition sparks in her big doe eyes. "Ley-Con...you always hated that nickname, didn't you?" He chuckles. "What are you doing here, lass?" She frowns as she utters the name that makes even Sheriff Constantine shudder... "I'm here for Esme Smythe."
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