Michael Mallory

You Can Run, But You Can’t Hide: Original Mystery Short Story

by Michael Mallory

As I let the cold brew slide down my throat, I gazed up at the trees that stood like sentinels in back of my tent. The last thing on my mind was murder. Right now it was just me and the trees, but I knew that was going to end. I’d been alone here at Tall Pines State Park since Tuesday, and loving it. But it was now Friday, so more campers would be showing up for the weekend.