THEY

THEY had always been a problem for Carla, but she has never encountered a group so fiercely intertwined and a community that supports the entanglement.

She is sent away only to return years on a mission to find the connections. She begins to uncover the truth- They have control and They are willing to do whatever it takes to keep that control.

With the help of one of their own, Carla begins to uncover some of the secrets They have worked hard to bury.

She may end up buried herself is she is not careful.

Williams was hooked from the beginning. “The story sucked me in. I had to find out what happened.”

“I couldn’t put it down.” were the thoughts from George after he finished reading the book in one sitting.

THEY begins the Big Springs journey in the late 1950s. The small town of Franklin, Alabama harbors some big secrets. Carla had first-hand experience with the shadows of Franklin, but she never expected to be back digging around to uncover the truth. Her new job throws her into the middle of something she never imagined possible.

She came to Franklin to find the truth, now she is just hoping to get out alive.

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Chapter One

A Quiet Street

The quietest street holds the darkest secrets.

This was one of those streets.

The crisp blue sky, majestic trees lining the walk, and historic homes dotting the green lawns completed the image.

The cars started arriving, and each one held a couple dressed in starched straight outfits fitting for the season and the time of day.

They had been gathering for years, always in the light of day and never with a shroud of secrecy. Rumors – more hushed whispers, really – floated around about how the gatherings had been going on for centuries.

The whispers never went far. Nobody talked out loud about the meetings they had. The last thing anyone wanted was to be the epicenter of what was said or done in one of those gatherings.

If you walked down the street on one of those days, you might notice how none of the surrounding neighbors came out of their homes – none of the neighbors that weren’t invited to the gathering, that is. Even the animals seemed aware that it was not wise to be out wandering around.

The street stood still, holding its breath.

After three hours – always three – the front door would open, and the starched, outfitted couples would casually make their way to their cars. Some of the ladies would chat on the porch while the men murmured together on the sidewalk.

They shared pleasantries in the cool sun of the afternoon. It was always a nice day when they gathered.

They laughed – not forced laughter. It was that light, carefree, and honest laughter that left you wondering why the rest of the street seemed hidden behind their curtains.

But the rest of the street did stay hidden.

It wasn’t good if they noticed you.

If you had walked up on the gathering as they dispersed, they would nod an acknowledgment. It was not the reaction you would expect from people others whispered about in the shadows around town.

They appeared normal. They wanted it that way.