By Beverly Stowe McClure

In the small garden tucked in a secluded spot between the hospital and street, Casey found his leather jacket, lying on the ground under the redwood bench. When he stooped to pick it up, he saw the wilted bluebonnet. "She was here, and I don't think she left willingly." A mystery, a teen romance, and a dog make for an exciting read.

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