The author’s name is Robert McCammon. Not Stephen King. Despite all the similarities: the nostalgia for a lost, beloved boyhood. The close-knit community. The sense of evil lurking in the shadows of the little town.
Cory is eleven years old and is having a hell of an eventful year. It all starts when he witnesses a car going off a cliff and into a lake, and his dad jumping into the lake to save the driver. Only the driver is already dead when the car hits the water. Thus begins the mystery that’s at the heart of this book. Who is the dead man, and who killed him?
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