NOBODY KNOWS is the third volume of the Overhome Trilogy - a Southern Gothic/cozy mystery series set in Southern Virginia with contemporary characters against a background of Civil War history. Mystery, history, romance and ghosts! Each novel is a stand-alone rad, as well as part of the trilogy covering ten years in the life of Ashby Overton.
Walking over theweedy ground, I felt the desolate abandonment of those long-dead. A few tiltinggravestones, so blurred with time that their epitaphs were illegible, listedtoward the ground as if sheltering from a punishing wind. Scattered among thepatchwork grasses were small, thin stone markers set in the dirt, little morethan raw rocks, though several bore the faint outline of initials which hadbeen chiseled into them so long ago. Ellis and I surveyed the bleak cemetery,each harboring our own thoughts.
I don'tknow how long we stood there breathing in the silence. Then, I heard thevoice.--so clear, so distinct, that I startled and almost fell back. Did mycompanion hear it, too? I darted a look at him. He stood with eyes closed,evidently completely lost in his own reverie. I held my breath and listenedwith all my senses on alert. The voice wavered this time, as though trailingaway, but its repeated message was identical to the one I had first heard atthe Overseer's Cottage when the candlestick went missing. I had thought, then,that I heard "red apple," which made no sense. Now I understood. "JaredChapel," the voice warned. Yes, its tone was severe. Demanding. "Jared Chapel."
I touched Ellis'sarm. "It's here, Ellis. I know it is." And when he blinked uncomprehendingly, Iadded, "You wondered if Jared Chapel offers anything in your search for yourancestry. It's here--there's something here. I feel it and I...I know it."
He blinkedseveral times, a serious expression on his face. "You know because..."
"Sometimes thepast speaks to me. I can't explain it, but I have to trust the voice that tellsme things."
He rubbed hischin. "You know...this is odd. Really odd."
I raised myeyebrows in a silent question and he continued. "Because I thought I heard something.I definitely felt...a presence I can't explain. Someone trying to get myattention. Someone very, very seriously trying to make me understand." He shookhis head. "Understand what? I confess, I'm baffled."
"It's a sign," Isaid. "Something I've learned over my years at Overhome. We ignore the signs atour own peril."