When I’m Not Shooting…

I love writing. Makes sense—tell stories with a camera; tell stories with words.
So, I decided to turn the hobby into something more tangible. I wrote a novel. Feel free to check it out on Amazon.
Natalie was supposed to be the mother of his children.
Five months ago, she vanished.
And he’s convinced Trent Pierce murdered her.
The cops won’t touch it—they’re all in Trent’s pocket.
The people of Morning Veil don’t care, either.
Secrets have been rotting under their white porches and brick sidewalks for two hundred years.
So he watches. Waits.
And he digs up more than just Natalie’s body.