On A Murder in Savannah
by Stonewall-Jackson Collins
Uncle Remus got banned. Zuri brings him back-along with all his friends.
Nine-year-old Zuri has a remembering mouth and a reckoning heart. Born where the soil keeps secrets and the trees whisper names, she inherits the porch, the pencil, and the rage. What grown folks try to bury, she draws-raw, unfiltered, and unforgiving.
Br'er Rabbit runs again. Straight toward trouble, like always.
He carries blood. He carries names.
He kicks the coffin lid off the old stories and drags them screaming into the light.
A woman named Isobel vanishes.
A tree weeps sap like blood.
The ground swells with memory.
Something old claws its way up through the moss.
Detective Sage Bloodworth returns home chasing a cold case that burns like judgment. What she finds beneath Savannah's Spanish moss isn't just a mystery-it's a history. One the town tried to silence. One the tree refuses to forget. One Zuri won't stop drawing.
Br'er Rabbit testifies.
Zuri bears witness.
And the tree remembers everything.