By David Brookover
An old evil has woke up . . .
Police leader Dexter Lowe enjoys his humdrum task within the sleepy little city of Gator Creek, Florida, till a kidnapper starts terrorizing the neighborhood ladies. FBI specific Agent Teddi McCoy arrives to aid him search out the mysterious kidnapper. After failing to safe any leads, they're pressured to recruit the FBI's ace-in-the-hole psychic from the Louisiana Bayou, Jackson "Swamp Jack" Lafevre.
Aided through the eccentric LaFevre's striking visions, they song the kidnapper to an remoted island at the japanese fringe of the Florida Everglades. A key with an eerie and violent prior. Demon Key. a spot the place the kidnapper's sufferers have mysteriously vanished. Forever.
After eventually dispatching the kidnapper, their pleasure quickly plummets to the depths of terror because the key unearths its maximum horror . . . a sinister creature so robust and vile that Gator Creek's purely desire of survival . . . needs to come from the previous.
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Dan shook his head. Barton’s eyes lost focus for a moment while he remembered. Theo’s mom led them downstairs, half-expecting to find Lisa cowering in a corner, a victim of her fear and The Game. No Lisa. No Lisa in the spare room, the storage closet, the laundry room, or the hallway. Just the picture, fallen from a shelf in the living space, broken. A jagged tear cutting across Lisa’s neck as she posed in her summer softball uniform. ” Dan leaned forward, his eyes glassy and wide. “Think about it.
Barton was still in love, even after she mailed back the ring in a tiny, padded envelope with no note. He was still in love and being inside Theo still made him feel whole. It made all traces of the old fear crawl away and hide. ” she asked in a whisper. Barton closed his eyes. ” He imagined what things would have been like if they’d married, the kids they might have had, the house. Maybe he would have never bought the motorcycle and decided to travel across country. Maybe he would have never lost control on a wet patch of I-70 heading west out of Fort Hays and ruined his leg in a streak of blood and bone and leather on the pavement.
He didn’t recognize that the two sounds came at separate intervals; both the trees and the dead reached for his small craft with their outstretched fingers. On the second night, Elroy found the bodies. The first was a bloated man bobbing face down along the lip of the water. Elroy pulled the corpse close with the hooked pole the government men supplied; he caught the bile in his mouth and spat over the bow of his boat when the man’s skin slipped and skidded over his bones like a loose glove. Some were caught in fences, barbed wire clinging like tiny hands.
Demon Key by David Brookover