Long-buried bones, psychic visions, a tattoo with messages from above, and a clown-masked murderer chasing through a corn maze. Will keep you on the edge of your seat until the very last word!

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Freak is a nasty word, but many people in this small town have no trouble calling me a freak, or worse. It’s not my fault I awoke with the ability to “sense” things after I was nearly killed and my father was murdered. Touching certain items often gives me visions, sometimes horrifying ones. Most people here are afraid of that kind of thing.

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Especially my brother, Dustin. As head detective of the River Bend police department, he’d rather pretend I don’t exist than believe in my gift. The long-buried bones of a murder victim force him to ask me for help. I should have know better. I should have stayed comfortable and safe hiding from the world.

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No one believes me anyway. Only one man believes the messages I got from the bones. The killer. And now he hunts me.