Chapter Sixty-Two Aubrey
Chapter Sixty-Two
Aubrey
The news of Isabel’s arrest hit the local gossip channels this morning. The moms in the pickup line at school. Workers in
office kitchens over coffee. Commuters on the train into the city. Patrons in booths in the restaurants and diners across
the county.
Law enforcement gave themselves a hearty pat on the back for solving one of the open cases related to the Tanners, sending
the town into a tailspin. Three devastating fires happened to the Tanner family or in its vicinity over the years. One was
no longer a mystery.
With only a day to spare, talk of Halloween restarted. Tourists sucked up all the parking and clogged traffic. They took their
photos and wandered around the stores on Beekman Avenue. Walked the grounds of Sleepy Hollow Cemetery.
We’d returned to the point where the missing Tanner family and their escapades were the biggest news in town. That was a show that had been running nonstop for fifteen years. Locals were accustomed to unanswered questions feeding the never-ending churn of who did it tales.
Slipping under the radar was the one story that mattered most. The ground scans continued on Xavier’s property. Hanna and
Jeremy also gave permission for the police’s exploration of the pond at the back of Gramps’s property. That didn’t happen
all those years ago because the carnage centered on our house, not his.
Dive teams. Digging up the shallow end. Dredging the entire thing.
They were about to find another body.