Author Jennifer McMahon loves the macabre, the strange, and the twisted--and you'll love her because she does. This tale revolves around a serial killer, kidnapped women, severed hands, and so much suspense and weirdness that you'll want to read this with the lights on--or not.
Reggie is thirteen, fatherless, and friendly with the town's two social
outcasts: Charlie, the detective's son, and Tara, the goth girl with dark secrets. But there are bigger secrets here, and you'll be transfixed as you discover
them page by page.
From the outset, a wonderfully grim pallor colors every page, beginning with
the opening paragraph:
"It began with the hands. Right hands, severed neatly at the wrist. They arrived on the granite steps of the police station in empty red and white milk cartons stapled closed a the top, photos of missing children on the back--the whole package wrapped in brown butcher's paper, tied neatly with thin string like a box of pastry."
You should be tingling by now. If you're not, you will be by the book's end.