You think you know me. You've driven my roads, walked my parks, and smoked under my overpasses. But I know you too.
I know which Spokane alleyways you should walk down and which you should avoid. I know what is stored in the old warehouse along the tracks and whose fingerprints disturb the thick dust. I know why the Freeman High School pumpkin tradition stopped. I know what the old folks mean when they say you should avoid the crick at night.
I've been listening to your footsteps in Riverfront Park for years, and sometimes I let you hear mine. Beneath you the tunnels run on, but preparation won't save anyone who thinks it will. I know what will find you along the long roads outside town after dark.
This book continues where Volume 1 of Spookane left off with fifteen tales, each a secret this city has kept. You are welcome to read them. I'll be looking over your shoulder while you do.
