Something happened in ’72 that Jon doesn’t want to talk about.
Lycomb, Kansas, is known for secrets. It’s 1992, Jon and Susan are nearly divorced, and a storm the size of tornado alley itself is bearing down on the small farming town. Jon doesn’t want to go to the storm shelter out back, he’d already lost everything he ever cared for, but he goes eventually to check on Susan, call it a conscience, or just enough built-up guilt. She had a child in the shelter with her—the one Jon knew nothing about, the secret—defiling her every seam.
Detective Farlow was with Jon in ’72 and has been looking for redemption ever since. But redemption in a place like Lycomb doesn’t come easily. He gets a call that a boy was unburied in nearby Lancaster, and Jon can’t help but wonder if they’ve found his boy. A call came in from some kids, but when Farlow gets there, he smells the rot of roasted flesh. His mind reels and he feels the leather case of his gun. They are feral. And they are more than Jon thought they were.
You either die a secret, or become exposed for what you truly are. For what happened in ’72.
Something happened in ’72 that Jon doesn’t want to talk about.
Lycomb, Kansas, is known for secrets. It’s 1992, Jon and Susan are nearly divorced, and a storm the size of tornado alley itself is bearing down on the small farming town. Jon doesn’t want to go to the storm shelter out back, he’d already lost everything he ever cared for, but he goes eventually to check on Susan, call it a conscience, or just enough built-up guilt. She had a child in the shelter with her—the one Jon knew nothing about, the secret—defiling her every seam.
Detective Farlow was with Jon in ’72 and has been looking for redemption ever since. But redemption in a place like Lycomb doesn’t come easily. He gets a call that a boy was unburied in nearby Lancaster, and Jon can’t help but wonder if they’ve found his boy. A call came in from some kids, but when Farlow gets there, he smells the rot of roasted flesh. His mind reels and he feels the leather case of his gun. They are feral. And they are more than Jon thought they were.
You either die a secret, or become exposed for what you truly are. For what happened in ’72.