Slaughtering Summer — Genevieve Scholl

Like every summer, I spent the month of August at The Golden Lodge. I normally reveled in the seclusion, but I was determined to be more involved. However, when people began to die, it was obvious friendship wasn't in my future. But when the local sheriff asked for my help with investigating the deaths, I got to know the others in a different light - as suspects. I had no doubt in my mind that the people at the lodge were incapable of murder, but, regardless of personal opinions, Sheriff Wolf insisted anyone could be the killer. even me.