50 Harbor Street
Corrie McAfee was worried. And she knew that her husband, Roy, was too.
Who wouldn't be? Starting in July, Roy — a private investigator — had received a series of anonymous postcards, and while the messages weren't overtly threatening, they were certainly distressing.
The first communication, which had been mailed to the office, spoke of regrets. During the intervening weeks, there'd been several others. Corrie had read each postcard so often she'd memorized them all. The first one stated: EVERYONE HAS REGRETS. IS THERE ANYTHING YOU'VE DONE YOU WISH YOU COULD DO OVER? THINK ABOUT IT. There hadn't been a signature then, or on any of the other cards. They'd arrived at infrequent intervals and been mailed from different locations. The cryptic messages kept playing in her mind. The passing of time hadn't helped; she was as much in the dark now, in October, as when she'd seen that first postcard.
There was a final gasping, gurgling sound as the coffee drained into the glass pot. The noise distracted Corrie from her worries for a moment — long enough to glance out the wide office window that overlooked downtown Cedar Cove, Washington. ... read full excerpt from: 50 Harbor Street ebook
