By Peter Straub
A lady commits suicide for no obvious cause. per week later, her son– fifteen-year-old Mark Underhill–vanishes. His uncle, novelist Timothy Underhill, searches his fatherland of Millhaven for clues that will support resolve this terrible twin secret. He quickly learns pedophilic assassin is at the free within the neighborhood, and that almost immediately earlier than his mother’s suicide, Mark had turn into enthusiastic about an deserted condo the place he imagined the killer may have taken safe haven. No mere empty development, the home whispers from attic to basement with the echoes of a long-hidden true-life horror tale, and Tim Underhill involves worry that during investigating its unspeakable historical past, Mark stumbled throughout its final and maximum mystery: a ghostly misplaced lady who can have coaxed the needy, suggestible boy into her mysterious area.
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To my surprise, he shook his head. “Considering that Maguire must be a real cash cow, I doubt I’d be able to get her to back off. ” Great. I was broke. I was unemployed. I was being sued. I was being followed and otherwise investigated. And through all this, I was supposed to help restore Lugh to his throne while his enemies made repeated attempts to kill us. I really needed to get a new life. Mine, frankly, sucked. CHAPTER 2 I offered to make a pot of coffee, because caffeine is my drug of choice.
He asked. I crossed my arms over my chest. ” “Of course not,” I said through gritted teeth. “There’s no standard procedure. ” Brian already knew this, so I wasn’t expecting my answer to satisfy him. “But there are some things most exorcisms have in common, aren’t there? ” I rolled my eyes. “A lot of people do that,” I admitted, “but it doesn’t actually do anything. ” Oh shit! It didn’t take a genius to figure out where he was going with this. I’d always had a more no-nonsense style than most of my fellow exorcists.
Her real name is Barbara Paget. ” I groaned and sank into one of the chairs. A reporter was bad enough, but a PI? “Let me guess. ” “I don’t know for sure, but that’s a good guess. ” He pushed another couple of photos across the table to me. One of them was a family shot—mom, dad, and two beautiful teenage girls, maybe about sixteen years old. The girls looked so much alike that they had to be twins, although they didn’t go for the cutesy matching clothes some twins favored. The second photo was of what had once been a pair of cars.