Jasper lunged and Mills fell back onto the ground. The dead boy crawled on top of him. Cold fingers gripped Mills' neck and dug around his windpipe as if to rip it from his throat.

The soft ground broke open on Jasper’s grave and dirt spilled over itself as a hand with dirt-crusted fingernails pierced the surface.

Amy closed the store and walked three blocks home, passing one empty building after another. Main Street was dark and deserted, except for the pickups parked at the Corner Bar. She let herself in the...

Twilight had descended by the time Mills crossed the gate of Bixby Cemetery. He maneuvered the winding lanes to the far west side and parked by the fresh graves of the Happ family where he cut the en...

Mills was out of time. The sun was already low in the sky. And Eckart's Hardware was about to close.