When a teenager is brutally murdered in The Pinelands, his friends insist it was the work of The Jersey Devil.
Christine Daniels, an investigative reporter, works with the police to determine what really happened to the teen that night.
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"I don't care about any of that!" Jensyn screamed. "I only remember walking to the car. Everything is a blank after that." She charged at him again. "What did you do, Evan?"
He grabbed her wrists again. "Stop it, Jensyn! You need to listen to me. I took you two home. That's what I did!" he spat at her. "Now both of you better shut up and listen to me." He drew several deep breaths to calm himself. "Don't tell the police you don't remember anything about last night. And especially don't tell them we were drinking. Do you know what they'd do to us?"
"I doubt underage drinking is a top priority when a kid is dead, Evan," Kennedy said, dabbing at her eyes with a paper napkin.
"Do you want the police to think that we had something to do with it?" Evan hissed.
"Why would they think that?" Jensyn sniffed.
Evan's jaw tightened. "They'll want to know why he didn't leave with us," he explained. "You know how they twist everything." He stared at Jensyn. "Don't forget, Jensyn, you did argue with him. They'll try to twist that into a motive."
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When a teenager is brutally murdered in The Pinelands, his friends insist it was the work of The Jersey Devil.
Christine Daniels, an investigative reporter, works with the police to determine what really happened to the teen that night.
Available in paperback and ebook
A twig snapped behind him, startling him. He aimed his flashlight toward the noise. The light flickered and went out. "Damn," he muttered. Another twig snapped. Aaron twisted his head in the direction of the sound as snapping twigs drew louder. Evan and the girls were getting even with him. That was it. They wanted to prove he wasn't as brave as he'd boasted. He relaxed a little.
"Not funny, man," Aaron called out as he peered into the pitch-black woods. "I know you're there, Evan. Are Jensyn and Kennedy with you?" The snapping twigs stopped. "Come on, Evan. You've made your point," he called. He glanced around himself. "What the hell?"
His voice caught in his throat as two red glowering, what he assumed were eyes glared back at him. Aaron tried to run, but fear kept his feet frozen to the spot as the glowing red eyes blinded him. His headache intensified, and he slumped to the ground.
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When a teenager is brutally murdered in The Pinelands, his friends insist it was the work of The Jersey Devil.
Christine Daniels, an investigative reporter, works with the police to determine what really happened to the teen that night.
Available in paperback and ebook
Jensyn nodded. "Yes." The detective scared her. His loud voice boomed in the small room and seemed to bounce off the walls. She squirmed. It felt like the walls were closing in on her. She had to get out of there and escape from this nightmare. Jensyn wished she'd wake up from this horror and find out that it was only a terrible dream, and Aaron was alive and well. She covered her face with her hands as sobs once again racked her body.
Detective Jones wasn't dissuaded by her obvious distress and tried to resume the questioning, but was interrupted by Beth Richards. She walked quickly to her daughter's side.
With flashing eyes she glared at the detective. "Do you have to do this now?" she demanded. "These kids have been through enough. They just lost their friend, and my daughter has lost her boyfriend."
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When a teenager is brutally murdered in The Pinelands, his friends insist it was the work of The Jersey Devil.
Christine Daniels, an investigative reporter, works with the police to determine what really happened to the teen that night.
Available in paperback and ebook
"I don't care about any of that!" Jensyn screamed. "I only remember walking to the car. Everything is a blank after that." She charged at him again. "What did you do, Evan?"
He grabbed her wrists again. "Stop it, Jensyn! You need to listen to me. I took you two home. That's what I did!" he spat at her. "Now both of you better shut up and listen to me." He drew several deep breaths to calm himself. "Don't tell the police you don't remember anything about last night. And especially don't tell them we were drinking. Do you know what they'd do to us?"
"I doubt underage drinking is a top priority when a kid is dead, Evan," Kennedy said, dabbing at her eyes with a paper napkin.
"Do you want the police to think that we had something to do with it?" Evan hissed.
"Why would they think that?" Jensyn sniffed.
Evan's jaw tightened. "They'll want to know why he didn't leave with us," he explained. "You know how they twist everything." He stared at Jensyn. "Don't forget, Jensyn, you did argue with him. They'll try to twist that into a motive."
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When a teenager is brutally murdered in The Pinelands, his friends insist it was the work of The Jersey Devil.
Christine Daniels, an investigative reporter, works with the police to determine what really happened to the teen that night.
Available in paperback and ebook.
A twig snapped behind him, startling him. He aimed his flashlight toward the noise. The light flickered and went out. "Damn," he muttered. Another twig snapped. Aaron twisted his head in the direction of the sound as snapping twigs drew louder. Evan and the girls were getting even with him. That was it. They wanted to prove he wasn't as brave as he'd boasted. He relaxed a little.
"Not funny, man," Aaron called out as he peered into the pitch-black woods. "I know you're there, Evan. Are Jensyn and Kennedy with you?" The snapping twigs stopped. "Come on, Evan. You've made your point," he called. He glanced around himself. "What the hell?"
His voice caught in his throat as two red glowering, what he assumed were eyes glared back at him. Aaron tried to run, but fear kept his feet frozen to the spot as the glowing red eyes blinded him. His headache intensified, and he slumped to the ground.
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"I don't care about any of that!" Jensyn screamed. "I only remember walking to the car. Everything is a blank after that." She charged at him again. "What did you do, Evan?"
He grabbed her wrists again. "Stop it, Jensyn! You need to listen to me. I took you two home. That's what I did!" he spat at her. "Now both of you better shut up and listen to me." He drew several deep breaths to calm himself. "Don't tell the police you don't remember anything about last night. And especially don't tell them we were drinking. Do you know what they'd do to us?"
"I doubt underage drinking is a top priority when a kid is dead, Evan," Kennedy said, dabbing at her eyes with a paper napkin.
"Do you want the police to think that we had something to do with it?" Evan hissed.
"Why would they think that?" Jensyn sniffed.
Evan's jaw tightened. "They'll want to know why he didn't leave with us," he explained. "You know how they twist everything." He stared at Jensyn. "Don't forget, Jensyn, you did argue with him. They'll try to twist that into a motive."
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When a teenager is brutally murdered in The Pinelands, his friends insist it was the work of The Jersey Devil.
Christine Daniels, an investigative reporter, works with the police to determine what really happened to the teen that night.
Available in paperback and ebook.
A twig snapped behind him, startling him. He aimed his flashlight toward the noise. The light flickered and went out. "Damn," he muttered. Another twig snapped. Aaron twisted his head in the direction of the sound as snapping twigs drew louder. Evan and the girls were getting even with him. That was it. They wanted to prove he wasn't as brave as he'd boasted. He relaxed a little.
"Not funny, man," Aaron called out as he peered into the pitch-black woods. "I know you're there, Evan. Are Jensyn and Kennedy with you?" The snapping twigs stopped. "Come on, Evan. You've made your point," he called. He glanced around himself. "What the hell?"
His voice caught in his throat as two red glowering, what he assumed were eyes glared back at him. Aaron tried to run, but fear kept his feet frozen to the spot as the glowing red eyes blinded him. His headache intensified, and he slumped to the ground.
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Jensyn nodded. "Yes." The detective scared her. His loud voice boomed in the small room and seemed to bounce off the walls. She squirmed. It felt like the walls were closing in on her. She had to get out of there and escape from this nightmare. Jensyn wished she'd wake up from this horror and find out that it was only a terrible dream, and Aaron was alive and well. She covered her face with her hands as sobs once again racked her body.
Detective Jones wasn't dissuaded by her obvious distress and tried to resume the questioning, but was interrupted by Beth Richards. She walked quickly to her daughter's side.
With flashing eyes she glared at the detective. "Do you have to do this now?" she demanded. "These kids have been through enough. They just lost their friend, and my daughter has lost her boyfriend."
Available in Paperback and Ebook
When a teenager is brutally murdered in The Pinelands, his friends insist it was the work of The Jersey Devil.
Christine Daniels, an investigative reporter, works with the police to determine what really happened to the teen that night.
Available in paperback and ebook.
"I don't care about any of that!" Jensyn screamed. "I only remember walking to the car. Everything is a blank after that." She charged at him again. "What did you do, Evan?"
He grabbed her wrists again. "Stop it, Jensyn! You need to listen to me. I took you two home. That's what I did!" he spat at her. "Now both of you better shut up and listen to me." He drew several deep breaths to calm himself. "Don't tell the police you don't remember anything about last night. And especially don't tell them we were drinking. Do you know what they'd do to us?"
"I doubt underage drinking is a top priority when a kid is dead, Evan," Kennedy said, dabbing at her eyes with a paper napkin.
"Do you want the police to think that we had something to do with it?" Evan hissed.
"Why would they think that?" Jensyn sniffed.
Evan's jaw tightened. "They'll want to know why he didn't leave with us," he explained. "You know how they twist everything." He stared at Jensyn. "Don't forget, Jensyn, you did argue with him. They'll try to twist that into a motive."
Available in Paperback and Ebook
