The Great Depression. An innocent man in jail. And something lurks in the woods…
My name is Charlene Parker. I’m eleven years old and my daddy is behind bars for a murder he didn’t commit. The Gator-Man killed Otis Beecher, but no one believes me. Even Momma thinks I’m telling tall tales. But the Gator-Man is as real as the Great Depression. I’ve seen its monster shadow creeping in the woods. What will it take for someone to listen? Another body found down by the creek? If it’s mine, then maybe they’ll finally believe what I already know—my daddy is not a cold-blooded killer.
My name is Charlene Parker. I’m eleven years old and my daddy is behind bars for a murder he didn’t commit. The Gator-Man killed Otis Beecher, but no one believes me. Even Momma thinks I’m telling tall tales. But the Gator-Man is as real as the Great Depression. I’ve seen its monster shadow creeping in the woods. What will it take for someone to listen? Another body found down by the creek? If it’s mine, then maybe they’ll finally believe what I already know—my daddy is not a cold-blooded killer.
