Book: Killman Creek
Series: Stillhouse Lake #2
Author: Rachel Caine
Gwen Proctor won the battle to save her kids from her ex-husband, serial killer Melvin Royal, and his league of psychotic accomplices. But the war isn’t over. Not since Melvin broke out of prison. Not since she received a chilling text…
You’re not safe anywhere now.
Her refuge at Stillhouse Lake has become a trap. Gwen leaves her children in the protective custody of a fortified, well-armed neighbor. Now, with the help of Sam Cade, brother of one of Melvin’s victims, Gwen is going hunting. She’s learned how from one of the sickest killers alive.
But what she’s up against is beyond anything she feared—a sophisticated and savage mind game calculated to destroy her. As trust beyond her small circle of friends begins to vanish, Gwen has only fury and vengeance to believe in as she closes in on her prey. And sure as the night, one of them will die.-Goodreads
Review: Wow, what a great sequel to Stillhouse Lake. Starting off where the last book ended, the killer in Stillhouse Lake is dead but Melvin is on the loose (how he escaped from death row is glossed over, but just go with it). I think the strength of this book was that it was narrated by Gwen, her 11 year old son and Sam Cade (whose sister was killed by Melvin). Gwen and Sam are determined to hunt down Melvin and Gwen leaves her kids in Stillhouse Lake, with express instructions not to contact anyone and tell them they are there. Of course, the kids being kids, do not follow this advice with potentially devastating repercussions. Every time I read her son's narrative I was practically shouting "NO!! Don't do that!! OMG no!"
Overall, good series. Rachel Caine writing 'disturbing' very well.
"You never understand how vulnerable you are in this age of social media until something breaks against you, and then . . . then it’s too late. You can shut down Facebook, Twitter, Instagram; you can change your phone number and your e-mail. Move to new places. But for dedicated tormentors, that isn’t a barrier. It’s a challenge. They enjoy hitting. They don’t particularly care if the blows ever land, and it becomes a contest of who can post the most shocking, degrading material. The torrent comes from nowhere, and everywhere, and the hatred . . . it’s like poison, seeping from the screen into your brain."