The Mystery on the Riverwalk Dock

Who knew a big fat murder mystery would come bobbing in on my fishing hook?

But it did. Well, sorta.

And you'd think the long blond stands of hair might've given someone a clue.

But they didn't. Not to everyone, that is.

Oh sure, people talked. Some folks even said they knew who was at the bottom of the river. Others even said they knew how she got there too.

But they didn't. Not really. It was just talk, and I knew it too. Mom said not to listen to what she called idle gossip.

"What's idle gossip?" I asked.

She never answered me. She never does.

It doesn't matter though. And it didn't stop the rumors from flying around town either. Old Lady Hatch said it was the River spirits. She said they were awake again and they'd keep on taking people under the water until they'd taken everybody they wanted.

But who'd believe a crazy old lady who lives with ninety-nine cats anyway?

All I know is things haven't been the same since I reeled in that mess on the Riverwalk dock.

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