Michael Koryta

Restoration of the historic trestle where the murders occurred is underway. Will resolution follow?

Rob Barrett reached Little Spruce Island about an hour before sunset. The bay was tranquil, the water calm, and as he stepped off the boat and onto the dock, he could hear the sound of a hammer. It made him wince, because he knew the source.

This was the story that “kept circling through my mind.”

What follows, from the opening chapter, is just a hint of how creepy things get.