The recurring ghost of his dead sister haunts author Tim Underhill, whom you may remember from Lost Boy, Lost Girl.  She died at a very young age.  A year after her death, Tim had visions of her seated four rows behind him on the Pulaski Avenue bus.  He had also seen her outside a grocery store and various other places.  Tim also saw his sister in Camp Crandall, Vietnam, where he had been a pearl diver on the body squad.  He knew deep down inside it was probably his desire to want to "see" his sister.  However, the one thing that really puzzled him was the fact that there were no little girls at Camp Crandall.  Tim has also been receiving strange cryptic e-mails.  Where were they coming from?  Could they possibly be coming from someone who is dead?

Willy Patrick was also having problems.   Willy's husband and daughter, Holly, were gunned down in the back of a car, which was soaked with gasoline and set on fire.   Willy is now engaged to Mitchell Faber who is very wealthy.  Willy is also an author.  The main problem that haunts Willy is she believes her daughter is still alive and is being held in an abandoned warehouse.  In fact, she has trouble trying to control the urge to enter the warehouse.

What does Willy find in Mitchell Faber's house that really upset her?

Willy and Tim end up at the same bookstore.  Almost immediately it seemed they knew each other.  They had so much in common.  There was a connection between Willy's tragic loss and the story in Tim's manuscript.  Willy and Tim know they must now work together to fight the strange happenings going on around them.

What do Willy and Tim discover?  What happens to them?

This novel is a follow-up to Lost Boy, Lost Girl.  Peter Straub has written a book with a great deal of eerie mystery to it.  It leaves so much to our imagination, which is good because it really makes you think as you are reading the story.  Peter Straub shows us that he is a great storyteller.  You should add this one to your reading list.  You will find it very entertaining.

REVIEWED BY NANCY EATON

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