Forty years after three boys went missing in a small Wisconsin town, a nomadic carpenter becomes the unwitting catalyst for discoveries old and new.
Sean Courtland’s truck breaks down on the outskirts of town, so he decides to stay a while and accept a building job to make up for cash spent on repairs. His quiet presence in the community stirs up violence when he intercedes in a domestic dispute and accidentally ends up hitting Denise Givens, the woman he’s seeking to protect. This incident brings him to the notice of local detective Corrine Viegas and, somewhat surprisingly, also brings him closer to Denise and her father. As this gentle courtship unfolds, Sean is also getting to know Dan Young, another down-on-his-luck outsider who happens to have plumbing skills, and he hires him to help him finish the building job at Marion Devereaux’s house up on the bluff. There are still whispered rumors that Devereaux might have been involved in the disappearances of three boys in the 1970s, or maybe it was Devereaux’s war-haunted uncle. There’s no denying that there's something strange about the house and its basement, but Sean’s not one for gossip and he just wants to finish the job. All these characters are heading to a reckoning of sorts, but the novel is such a slow-burn that the mysteries at hand, dramatic as they are, are rendered secondary to the people living through them. Johnston writes with such care, understanding, even love for the flawed humans in his story that it’s almost too much. Readers may wish to look away from the damage these characters inevitably do to themselves and each other, but if we persist, we will bear witness to their moments of pain and tragedy. The reward: We are treated to occasions of such care that it’s almost redemptive.
A slow-burn novel that quietly elevates the fragile codes of honorable men.