The Mysteries of Whisper Bay: The Crossword Puzzle Mystery (Ch 1)

A not-so-great idea.

I looked over at Marta, my flashlight catching the sight of three wood ticks crawling up the short sleeve of her t-shirt. I had to concentrate hard to keep from screaming.

I did not like arachnids. I wasn’t squeamish around snakes or mice or other bugs, but arachnids were something else. I wondered how many ticks were on my own arms and legs. How many sp…