Missing in a Junkyard

My new Mystery Short Story published at Smashwords.com

Gavin Beck photographed the full moon. Then, the Junkyard’s unexpected blinding lights and loud activity ended his photo session. The hairs on his neck and arms prickled, not from cold but from the unknown. “Okay, guys, what are you up to at one-thirty in the morning.”

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