That's the sound of my career going down the toilet. Three months ago, I was the freelance reporter to call for full-color images of an international crisis.
Now? I'm stationed at the far edge of the Chicago flyover as a disappointing mother-sub to my eight-year-old niece and the babysitter for a newsroom College Boy.
Camera still: a man in Amish clothing hanging from a tree. Dead.
One photo of the lifeless man was all I needed to see-there's more to this story than anyone wants to admit. Especially Sheriff Jack Curzon, with his death-ray eyes watching my every move. I have a feeling that man wants more than my cooperation.
Quick-cut, pan, tilt and-run.
Someone is hiding, just out of sight. And I'll do whatever it takes to protect my new family.
Seeing the truth can be dangerous...
...when evil is In Plain View.
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