By Lantern Light [Wattys 2016]

By Lantern Light [Wattys 2016]

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"Are you insane like me? Have you ever been broken down like me?" ~ Gasoline, Halsey When Social Worker Shawn Canty took on the case of Mia Hernandez a month ago, he expected to be taking her father to court of the physical and mental damage done to the young girl. When her father is found brutally murdered in the park, the case takes on a different feeling. Letters and notes start to come in, each unsigned and with a hand drawn lantern on the front. Attempting an investigation on his own has him opening cold cases from long before his time. With only his conscience for backup, Shawn finds himself caught up in a hunt for the murderer thats the devil for the cruel and a Merciful Monster for the abused. Who is sending the letters? Who are the real monsters? Shawn Canty doesn't have the answers, and he hopes he doesn't end up another victim trying to find them.
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