Charles Livingston was rich, famous... and scared.
Alone on his isolated vacation retreat, Charles Livingston was waiting for the arrival of his son, Ken. It should have been a happy occasion. Ken was a great kid. That was why Livingston had refused for so long to believe the truth about Ken and his friends. But that had been many deaths ago. Now Charles believed.
Remember reading this years ago. It was a good simple story of a father looking for his wayward child in the seedy big city. A country dad with strict morals encounters the the life his daughter had fallen into and attempts to rescue her. Clint Eastwood would've made a great film of this. It was along time ago when I read this, so if my memory betrays me blame it on old age!