Urban sprawl has expanded the South Florida populace right up to the boundaries of the Everglades, one of the most unique and forbidding wildlife refuges on Earth. Now there's a savage new predator loose out there, one that is motivated by hunger, and does not discriminate between species when hunting for prey. It lurks within easy striking distance of homes, schools, and parks and is nearly as fearsome as the sinister forces responsible for it being there.
Normally the most excitement Frank Day encountered was riding with one of his driving school students in rush hour traffic. But that is going to change. The unthinkable is about to become real, including new revelations with regard to what happened to his brother on 9/11.
Boca Raton is a story about terror, treachery, and truth, in a sub-tropical setting.
Imagine something small, yet insidious, creeping up on you, while you watch, unable to move or even breathe. There is raw, hungry menace here -- you're sure of that -- but, oh my God, what is it?
This is the kind of masterful terror and suspense skillfully played out in the novel Boca Raton, and author James Freeman does an excellent job of maintaining just the right balance of gifted storytelling with psychological horror throughout.
It all starts innocently enough with driving instructor Frank Day providing lessons to teenager Caitlyn Kenner in suburban Boca Raton. They drive by what appears to be an accident scene, and both are puzzled to see several all-black SUVs pulled up at the scene alongside the sheriff's cruisers. Overhead, a black helicopter hovers, and Frank decides it might be best to move along as quickly as possible.
His suspicions are fueled when he talks to a conspiracy theorist -- who happens to be Caitlyn's boyfriend Jamal's grandfather Nate -- and the plot rolls out smoothly from there.
The author presents an eerily convincing case for government cover-ups on everything from Area 51 to the crash of flight 77 into the Pentagon on September 11, 2001. And the implications here slowly become overwhelming -- something terrible is being glossed over by the authorities.
It's not Frank's intention to get involved, but when his dead brother gets into his car one day -- the brother who was supposed to have died in the Pentagon attack -- well, the reader starts siding with Jamal's grandfather.
Then, there's the mound of matted, bloody hair, where a park ranger used to be.
"The sounds came from the direction of a hairy, writhing lump on the grass, mostly shadow but catching enough light from the ranger vehicle's headlights to make out the frenzied movement of several small animals."
It is just this kind of ghastly description that the author uses to great effect as the reader cries out the time-honored advice of horror film watchers the world over: "Don't go in there!"
Too late for the park ranger, unfortunately. But what exactly is this vicious scourge that has apparently been unleashed by a lax government? That's the beauty of this story. We're given plenty of warning early on that something is terribly wrong in Boca Raton. But, like lemmings drawn to the cliff's edge, we stumble forward, whispering, "Yeah. Go ahead. Scare me some more."
In this the author excels, setting up situations deftly and with an understated hand, so when the attacks actually occur, you still jump out of your chair, your skin crawling with revulsion.
Does the government succeed in exterminating their little "problem," before the death toll rises to unmanageable levels? Do Frank and Caitlyn's mother find love unexpectedly amid the carnage? And what about Frank's miraculously resurrected brother?
This is one novel sure to satisfy any horror aficionado. And government conspiracy advocates will feel vindicated by events in the story as well. Hats off to author James Freeman for giving us a truly scary story that will leave you wondering once again if Uncle Sam has everything under control. Five stars to Boca Raton, and I eagerly await more from Freeman shortly.