The Wildman
Language: English
Pages: 270
ISBN: 0615702473
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
From New York Times bestselling author, Rick Hautala, comes a taut suspense thriller set in the dark woods of Maine. Jeff Cameron is going back to Camp Tapiola on Lake Onwego to meet several old friends and reminisce about their childhood experiences at camp. But not all of their childhood memories are good. For thirty-five years lingering images of their friend Jimmy Foster’s lifeless body being pulled from the lake has disturbed Jeff’s peace of mind. Was Jimmy Foster's death an accident or murder? The authorities had said Jimmy’s death was an accidental drowning, but Jeff had always believed there was more to the story. Why after all these years did his old friend arrange this reunion? And why can’t Jeff escape the feeling that his friend has a hidden agenda. What is this reunion is really about? And another question remains... who is The Wildman?
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waved back to him. He knew they were Tyler Smith, Fred Bowen, and Mike Logan, but in the deepening gloom, he had no idea who was who. “Ahoy there, captain,” a thin, dark-haired man who looked trim and physically fit called out. Evan cut the engine, and the boat glided up onto the beach with a soft crunching whisper of sand and pebbles against the keel. It came to a sudden stop that jolted Jeff and would have thrown him forward if he hadn’t been keeping a grip with his left hand on the gunwales.
how it still looks exactly the same, isn’t it?” “But smaller,” Tyler said. “Everything looks a lot closer than I remember.” “Maybe, but I mean—all the trees, even the underbrush looks exactly like it did back then. I wouldn’t be surprised to see kids, running around, jumping into the water.” “Not in this weather,” Jeff said. “You couldn’t pay me enough to go swimming.” Evan snorted. “You would if you had to.” Still lazily scrubbing the pan, Jeff turned and eyed his friend. Once again, he had
he barely noticed when the hasp finally popped. He continued to rain half a dozen more blows against it. Finally, though, he saw that he had succeeded. Inhaling sharply, he straightened up so he could catch his breath. He let the rock drop from his hand, and it landed in a puddle close to the infirmary’s foundation. Sweat mingled with rainwater ran down his face. A rising surge of apprehension filled him when he pushed the door open slowly and directed his flashlight beam inside. The place
later.” “But if I can find—” Before he finished, Jeff gave him another, harder shake. “No! … There’s no way,” he said in a low growl. “I’m not gonna let this asshole get me or you the way he got the other, and I’m definitely not leaving you here. You’re coming with me whether you want to or not.” “But I’ll just hold you back.” There was a crazed, frightened gleam in Evan’s eyes that made Jeff wonder if he might have already snapped from the time he’d been locked in a closet without food or
next. Maybe Ben was moving the boat to hide it someplace else so they wouldn’t find it. Or maybe Evan was trying to get away so he could meet Jeff where they had agreed to meet. It wasn’t long before Jeff got his answer. The harsh, hissing sound of someone running on the beach filled the night. Off to one side, between him and the boat, a figure appeared, running swiftly toward the water’s edge. A split second later, a flash of white light followed by a report of a gun split the night. The
