A small town Ontario gas station owner finds himself on a killing spree in a “disturbing read” where “nothing . . . is as simple [as] it seems” (The Globe and Mail, Toronto).
Bob Clark owns the Self Serve in Cashtown Corners. It’s the only business in town. And Bob is the only resident. Truth be told, he’s never been comfortable around other people. But then something very strange happens. He starts to kill them. And murder, Bob soon discovers, is magic.
Told from the idiosyncratic perspective of its protagonist, People Live Still in Cashtown Corners is Bob’s account of a tragedy that would appear to be senseless. But as his body count rises, subtle clues—including a true crime-esque photo insert—begin to paint a picture even more disturbing than the one Bob so bluntly describes.
