Eighteen–year–old Terry Anderson never expected to find a dead body. After all, the sleepy town of Grace, Montana, is a town of churchgoers, where people don’t lock their doors at night and where you can’t get lost if your brother tells you to. Terry had no idea that the grisly body would turn his world upside down and shake it so hard. Nor did he realize that the gnarled fingers would point toward his family, prying open secrets long buried. He never would have suspected that every ounce of faith he ever had would be tested. Phil Callaway’s writing has the ability to amuse, frighten, and touch the heart, sometimes all in the same paragraph.