Julia A. Girard - Thriller

https://theoviebooks.wordpress.com/ The wind howled through the Scottish Highlands, a wail of misery that rattled the windows of the Aberdare Hotel. It was as if the storm itself resented the hotel’s existence. Inside, the faint scent of mildew clung to the air, mingling with the dampness of the stone walls. The fire in the hearth flickered weakly, its glow casting long shadows that seemed to dance and shiver at the edge of the room. Thomas Carver stood just outside the hotel’s weathered entr