This story begins on a summer's day in Hell.
The day was July thirteenth to be exact. And Hell was a little town called Hunnicut, Massachusetts.
Before it turned into Hell, it was actually kind of a nice little place. A fishing town. Hills of beryl forests above sunlit bays. Trim shingled houses on tree-lined lanes. Restored Main Street with quaint tourist shops and a couple of decent seafood restaurants overlooking the water.
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Well-written. Takes a bit to get completely drawn into the characters lives. Yet, you do get drawn in and appreciate, then gripped by, the complexities of the story.
Definitely want to read True Crime and his other books. Some written under the nom de plume Keith Peterson.
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