The body had been left to rot fifteen years ago, in a stand of fir just south of Fermont. It might have been the first victim, but it was not the last. Next found was the hiker, missing two months before hunters stumbled upon her body. Then, the runaway gone for more than a decade.
The young hunter now rotting face-down in the shallows of Lac Fleche was just the latest they’d found—not the latest victim. If the missing Inuit girl was any indication, the killer was still at it. Victims had been found over 100,000 square kilometers of wilderness, and after four years of haggling between jurisdictions, the only thing they could agree on was that there were no clues.
But Detective Tremblay was not ready to give up. Because the best place to find a killer that seemed to strike anywhere, was to go to the middle of nowhere.