The lack of faith Sam carried with him for years had never given him reason to pause, until tragedy on a rain-slick road rearranged his life, and his son's permanently.
As Sam drudges through life as a widower and single parent, concepts begin to form that lead him to believe that the tragedy of a few months prior may not have been an accident, but instead a design of fate he had somehow evaded.
As everyday life revolves around him, Sam begins to experience ominous happenings pointing to the reality of what might have been... his own death.
Eventually, Sam's lack of faith is exchanged for fear as he concludes that it is not his life that is in jeopardy, but quite possibly his soul.
With guidance from a close friend of the family, Sam journeys south to a city known for its passion for the supernatural and occult. There he finds a more menacing presence that throws his being into chaos and threatens the very lives of the people around him.
Excerpt
Feelings of hopelessness rushed at him, but he could muster no tears. His thoughts paralyzed him with sadness and helplessness and fear. The only rational image that came to mind was to pull himself together and slink out of the apartment, down the catwalk, and make a bee-line to the hotel, making his movements as obscure as possible. Let the cops, the landlord, the coroner, and the old laundering hag figure it out for themselves. He was staring at his hands folded in his lap, doing his best to coax himself to his feet when he heard the popping of bubbles coming from the water. Sam’s head was still down when a faint groan caught his attention. Sam lifted his eyes to see Harold’s boots slip off the ledge, and trail down the end of the tub with the common vibrating squeak that wet things make. His knees were bent now, with just the caps visible to Sam who was still on the floor. Harold’s left hand grasped the edge of the tub, claw-like, and then the right hand on the opposing side.
When Goldie Silver receives the wrong shipment of antique Russian samovars at her shop in Juneau, Alaska they sell quickly but people begin to die. What makes those tea dispensers worth killing for?
