Rebecca Crow’s four-year-old son is dead, and her husband is missing.
Divers find her husband’s car at the bottom of a canal with their son’s small, lifeless, body inside. The police have no suspects and nothing to go on but a passing mention of a man driving a van. Guilt and grief cloud Rebecca’s thoughts as she stumbles towards her only mission: Revenge.
James Porter knows exactly what happened, but he’ll do anything to keep it a secret.
James didn’t plan to kill Rebecca's son, but he’s not too broken up about it, either. There are more important things for him to worry about. He needs money, and his increasing appetite for murder is attracting the wrong kind of attention.
WHAT PEOPLE ARE SAYING:
"This is a novel I would read and reread and recommend to others. Fans of vigilante and desperado revenge will delight in this horror story."
"A tense and emotional murder mystery, Come Join The Murder will become an obsession once you start reading it."
"The lives of two very different people intersect in a powerful, emotional thriller that will keep you glued to the story from the first page until the last."
"This book births killers. This book brings life to monsters. It is an engaging tale of that proverbial switch flipping. That switch that turns one from a citizen to serial killer, human to predator. Revenge, financial woes, childhood trauma or whatever the pressure applied to flip that switch, we are left with one basic truth. Human nature isn't very humane.."
-Well Read Beard
"This was a story of many lives, individual destinies intertwined together in a web of death, gore, greed, love, murder and revenge. This is the kind of novel that will get your heart pumping and your adrenaline rushing. I can’t imagine a thriller/suspense/mystery fan not falling in love with this book."
"There is an understated elegance to her writing, which may lull you into a false sense of security at the beginning of the story, leaving you utterly unprepared for the torrent of horror that is to come.."
A heart-wrenching psychological thriller told from the alternating perspectives of a grieving mother, and the man who took everything from her.
"Well, they sure as shit weren't missing. James and Tommy knew exactly where they were. The kid was floating around the inside of his dad's Chevy, snug at the sandy bottom of the Canal. He wasn't as sure about the dad's location. Depending on the currents, well he could be damn near anywhere."
"The realization the Oliver was gone didn't come in the heart-wrenching moment she saw his small arm draped over the back seat of Jon's car. It didn't even come at the funeral, when his pale little body lay surrounded by cold white silk. Rather, it came in the million little things that built up around her and swallowed her whole until she found herself in the middle of the ocean, surrounded by emptiness, and no idea how she had gotten there."