It was the summer of 1972 when Spring Hill, a Washington, D.C., suburb, got its first taste of an increasingly violent, insecure modern world. The quiet residential area, whose inhabitants traditionally left their doors unlocked and spent the summers attending one another's cookout, was rocked by the news that 12-year-old Boyd Ellison had been raped and murdered, his body dumped behind the local mall. While shaken residents organized a neighborhood watch program and clued detectives …showed first 75 words of 1305 total…

…showed last 75 words of 1305 total…detection" work. This book holds such a sadness to it- the story is enveloped with hurt. I think the biggest hurt of all is that it hits close to home-for everyone. This is our life, this is our world. We created it and we must live with it . Once I read this story I began to look at society a little bit differently, perhaps more clearly and maybe with a touch more compassion than before.