Twenty years before the events in this book, the narrator and two of his friends disappeared in the woods near their homes. The narrator was later found with his shoes filled with blood. His friends were never found. Now, he's a police detective (surprise!) and is investigating the murder of a child that occurred in the same forest in which his friends were lost.
While this mystery was definitely a page-turner, the ending was ultimately unsatisfying. Not because the 20-year old mystery remains unsolved (I'm pretty sure the narrator says that this mystery never gets solved somewhere in the beginning), not because the narrator never experiences any sort of redemption and becomes a likable character (lots of people are unlikable for their whole lives), not because the narrator never reconciles with his partner/bff (their eventual, inevitable falling out seemed like kind of a relief after all that cutesy adolescent banter), but because the narrator assumes that since he did not solve the mystery, you did not solve the mystery either. A lame and irritating ending to an otherwise enjoyable book.