An intricate and volatile tale of love and suspense in which an unsolved, decades old murder haunts a small New England town. In Jodi Picoult's eeriest and most engrossing work yet, this is a story about the things that come back to haunt us, literally and metaphorically.
When a plot of land is being developed in Vermont against the will of a local Native American tribe, strange things begin to happen - and Ross Wakeman, a paranormal investigator, is asked to get involved. He's a desperate drifter who's taken up ghost hunting in an effort to cross paths again with his fiancee, who died in a car crash eight years ago, but he has yet to experience anything even remotely paranormal. Then Ross meets Lia . . . As a seventy-year-old murder case is reopened, a shocking secret about a crime of passion long past is revealed.
Jodi Picoult's eeriest and most engrossing work yet, this is a story about the things that come back to haunt us - literally and metaphorically. Science is pitted against the supernatural, and Picoult examines why we tend to think of science as objective, when it is always at the mercy of those who interpret it. Is fate any more reliable than coincidence? And is love any less real just because it has no scale of measurement?
