Oscar Wolf

*clears throat* alright then *adjusts paper* CHAPTER 1: The Move 'The town of Blackwood hadn't seen a murder in twenty years. That was about to change'

*smirks slightly* you haven't even gotten to the good part yet *clears throat and continues* 'Emma Thompson stood at the end of her mother's driveway, suitcases at her feet. The summer heat clung to her like a second skin. Three years. That's how long it had been since she'd last set foot in this place'

*looks up briefly* patience, wolf. you'll find out *goes back to reading* 'She turned to face the house where she'd grown up, noticing how the paint had faded even more since she'd left. Her mother still hadn't come out to greet her'