GLIMPSES OF THE TRUTH

Whitney was one of those small towns in the Midwest that mirrored life at its best. Everyone knew everyone and no one locked their doors at night. It was peaceful and appeared to be lost in a time warp of days gone by. Many mom and pop stores lined Main Street which was well manicured with perfectly shaped trees and shrubs. This town should be on the front of a magazine advertising a safe harbor to raise the perfect family---if it was for real Frank thought.

But was Whitney the town it appeared to be? What really happened when the lights went out at night? Frank tossed so many questions around in his head as he tried to figure out the mystery he was sent to solve.

Finishing a decent meal he left and headed for an address on the edge of town. An elderly woman lived alone and rented rooms for extra cash. The Midwest Leader had arranged for the room for their star employee setting up all the details hoping he could crack open this town. The reporter instincts within him wondered what could possibly be interesting in this sleepy little town. Those instincts were torn, part of his gut feeling said don't worry, nothing of interest here, you'll be gone in a couple of days. Yet the other part of his gut feeling screamed take your time, watch for clues that will open up the Pandora's Box of Whitney.