THE WATCHER: A Story of Virtue Falls
When Sheriff Kateri Kwinault gets a call about something strange happening at the local boys’ and girls’ summer camp, she finds herself telling a scary story that might be a little too close to the truth…
The Thrilling Virtue Falls series in Order:
THE LISTENER: Your introduction to Virtue Falls, a Short for only 99 cents
VIRTUE FALLS: A Full Length Virtue Falls Thriller
OBSESSION FALLS: A Full Length Virtue Falls Thriller
LOVE NEVER DIES: A Love-Affirming Virtue Falls Short
BECAUSE I’M WATCHING: A Full Length Virtue Falls Thriller
THE WATCHER: A Virtue Falls Short starring Sheriff Kateri Kwinault
THE WOMAN WHO COULDN’T SCREAM: A Full Length Virtue Falls Thriller
A DARK AND STORMY NIGHT: A Compilation of Three Virtue Falls Shorts
Every time Sheriff Kateri Kwinault drove past the "Welcome to Virtue Falls" sign, she grinned. If Virtue Falls was world famous for anything, it was for an earthquake, a tsunami, and some very messy, well-publicized murders.
And if she was famous for anything, it was surviving the earthquake and tsunami and recovering enough to be elected sheriff in a race so close she still got lip from every old fart in town. Not that they wouldn't have given her lip if she'd won in a landslide. The old guys in this town gave everybody lip, especially a female, half-Native American sheriff. Apparently that was part of the Old Fart Code.
Sheriff Kateri Kwinault's cell phone rang; she glanced at the car screen and pulled over to the curb. In Virtue Falls, a town of eccentrics and loners, Rainbow Breezewing was the undisputed wise woman, and she always required all of Kateri's attention. "What's up, Rainbow?"
Rainbow whispered, "I want you to come to the Oceanview Café and arrest the Rosen kids."
"What did they do now?"
"They're eating lunch."
“It’s like those kids have never eaten in public before. Except they come in every. Single. Saturday." Rainbow spaced the words for maximum dramatic effect. "Watching them consume fries is better than watching a contraceptive commercial.”
"Whatever works. You didn't really call me to complain about the Rosen kids, did you?"
"No." Rainbow's voice got grim. "There's a situation at the camp on the reservation."
"The boys' and girls' camp?"
"It's the only one out there."
"What kind of a situation?"
"Come on over. You can help me clean melted Velveeta off the metal napkin holders and I'll fill you in."
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