And they had to live every day with the world’s belief in their son’s guilt, a belief he had perpetuated in his novel.
Not only had he made the perp in his novel the homicide cop, even though the man’s name had been changed for legal reasons, but the case he had used was glaringly evident.
Did he feel guilty? Hell, yes-if he’d made a mistake. Still, he started to agree, hoping, probably vainly, that Jerry might say something that would give him a clue to the truth about the murders. He could still smell death and disinfectant. Hey, you want to get some dinner?”ĭinner? Jed’s stomach turned at the thought. And he wasn’t around twelve years ago, either. “Jerry, I was in and out of town when it all went down,” Jed reminded his friend. “Well, either everyone involved fucked up entirely and Beau Kidd wasn’t the killer, or we’ve got a copycat out there who studied the case and is imitating the original too damn well.” The Interstate Killer is out there, and Christina's life is hanging in the balance between this world and the next.Then the night would be beautiful, crystal clear, even if humid and hot. Back in the real world, cop–turned–writer Jett Braden is sceptical of Christina's ghostly encounters, but his police sources confirm all intimate details of the case–her otherworldly source is reliable, and the body count is growing.
Summoned by the Ouija Board, the restless spirit of Beau Kidd, the lead detective–and chief suspect–on the original case, seeks Christina's help: the latest killings aren't copycat crimes, and he wants his name cleared. and that's when things become truly terrifying. To lighten the mood, the guests drag out an old Ouija board for a little spooky fun. From the New York Times bestselling author of Haunted and Ghost Walk comes a new spine–tingling story from beyond the grave.Ī chill falls over Christina Hardy's housewarming party when talk turns to a recent murder that has all the hallmarks of the so–called 'Interstate Killer' murders from fifteen years before.
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