Trey's Secret
Wolf Creek, Montana Early Spring
On a windswept hilltop a mile outside Wolf Creek, twelve-year-old Trey Harper hunched his shoulders against the spatter of raindrops that chilled his face and hands. Beside him, his twin sister Raine shivered and tucked her chin lower into the neckline of her hooded sweatshirt.
They lay flat on their bellies, hiding behind a three-foot-tall sagebrush. Scattered chunks of shale littered the hard clay and sand soil beneath them. When Trey leaned to his left and peered around the lowest branches of the bush, he had a clear view of the cemetery below. A single, uniformed officer stood several feet behind the grieving family while the other black-clad mourners clustered across the open grave.
"He looks different," Raine said, her voice troubled. "Don't you think Chase looks different, Trey?"
He stared intently at the group of McClouds. "He looks sad." Of course he does. His grandpa Angus is in that coffin. Trey knew about being sad at funerals. Their older brother, Mike, had been buried barely three months ago. "And older. Maybe thinner. I wonder if he gets good food in jail?, And I wonder if ... read full excerpt from Trey's Secret ebook
