Alexa Donne

A lot of them are New York Times bestsellers

My father is a ghost. My mother, now ashes. My grandmother, a stranger

It seems I have a cool grandma.

She’s DND for the next hour. Needs to finish this chapter.”

Do not disturb, I assume, rather than a Dungeons & Dragons campaign

My grandmother’s legacy. This town’s lifeblood. Dead things.

Welcome home, I guess

Disgusting pageantry, Gabriel had said

Holy fucking shit. Ben punched the mayor

I can’t see Natalie’s eyes. She’s facedown in the pool, unmoving. But I know two things to be true:

There is no beauty in this drowning.

And another Seaview queen is dead.

My scream is swallowed in the glittering, glimmering blue

Natalie was killed and staged to echo Maura’s book. I’m sure of it. And as my grandmother herself said, that was based on a real murder.

There is a copycat killer in Seaview. The question is, which murder were they copying: Cassidy’s or Caroline’s? Or both

The first person on the scene with me was Maura’s fan