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It was the summer of 1965. Ray, Tim, and Jennifer were just three teenage friends hanging out in the campgrounds, drinking a little. But Tim and Jennifer didn't know what their friend Ray had in mind. And if they'd known, they wouldn't have thought he was serious. Then they saw what he did to the two girls at the neighboring campsite--and knew he was dead serious.
Four years later, the 60s were drawing to a close. No one ever charged Ray with the murders in the campgrounds, but there was one cop determined to make him pay. Ray figured he was in the clear. Tim and Jennifer thought the worst was behind them, that the horrors were all in the past. They were wrong. The worst was yet to come.
Note. Originally published in May 2001 by Leisure Books. Converted from the retail mobi edition.
was into deep water. She turned briefly and saw them laughing and splashing at one another near shore and thought, my god, boys and began to swim away, the crawl this time, taking the pool lengthwise. She did this twice until her muscles began to ache and then turned over on her back and headed for shore. Taking her time, stretching out the burn in her muscles with the backstroke. She was nearly to where she knew she could probably stand and wade the rest of the way in when a head popped up to
there, fishing the bulk of a dime bag of prime Panama Red and over half a lid of homegrown out of his jeans and emptying them into the bowl, glad he’d thought to sift off the twigs and seeds because twigs and seeds floated and were fucking hard to flush and at the same time pissed that he was flushing good dope in the first place especially the Red. He heard the doorbell ring and whispering and feet moving across the floor and the windows in back thrown open and then the music was up again a
then putting the turtles back in so that they look like giant turtles, like it’s a prehistoric swamp or something. Like the jungle in King Kong sort of. The teacher said it didn’t have to be really real.” “Sounds like fun.” “It is fun. But I gotta get back, daddy. Linda messes up if I’m not around to watch her.” “Okay. You go keep an eye on Linda. Put your mom back on, okay? I love you, Barb.” “Love you, daddy.” Silence again. Not long this time. She must have been standing there. “What do
table and counter. He stayed mostly in his study with the door closed. Whether he was working in there or not she didn’t know but did not disturb him except to call him to dinner. Afterwards they watched TV until ten. He got up and kissed her on the cheek and smiled and said he was going up to bed. They both were drained and exhausted. She lingered in the flickering light until the news came on at eleven. She didn’t care to watch the usual parade of wars, crimes and politics, the smirking talking
pretty as hell after all these years, even half in the bag. It was hard for him to figure Ray, who didn’t seem all that interested anymore. But Ray had other girls. He had the gift and Tim didn’t. He wondered how much she minded. About Ray having other girls. You could tell she did mind but she’d never say how much. He’d never seen her go after Ray about it, not ever, though there was no way to know what she said to him in private. According to Ray she’d never said a thing but you couldn’t tell