Chapter 1

Summer 1962

Tap-tap… tap-tap… tap-tap…

Sheriff Paul Travis woke with a jolt. For a second he didn’t know where he was.

Tap-tap… tap-tap… tap-tap…

Shelly Fabares crooned about Johnny Angel from the radio, which added to his confusion. Then his mind cleared. “Dammit!”

He wiped his mouth with the back of a hand, and grabbed the phone off the hook. Cursing the slowness of the dial as it rolled back, he spun the numbers in. He glanced up at the clock.

Tap-tap… tap-tap… tap-tap…