Skip to content
The Cold Trail
Category: Thriller
The train pulled out of the station with a long, mournful whistle.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The end.