Preppy: The Life & Death of Samuel Clearwater, Part Three (King, #7)

by T.M. Frazier

“Ummm...what the hell is that?” Kevin asked, looking at the table in the trailer. “Manure,” I answered. “Really?” “No. Not really,” I sighed. “It’s a body-shaped plastic bag, Kevin. What the fuck do you think it is?” I snapped my fingers in front of his face to get his attention. “Now listen up, Daniel-son.” “Who is it?” Kevin asked, entirely too focused on what was going on in the trailer. His gaze followed Jake’s every move as he sharpened one of the knives from the wall with a steel sharpener. “The dead have no names,” I said. “That’s a line from Game of Thrones,” Kevin pointed out. “That doesn’t mean it’s not true.”