Novelmania

Trez Evans is so drunk and so sick of her novel that one hot September morning, she sets up portable barbeques on her tennis court and burns all 5000 pages. Not only does she set fire to various drafts written over the past ten years, but she also tosses in the props she's collected along the way. Children's shoes, a dress or two, pedal pushers typical of the 1950s. Her life takes a 180 when the cops come to investigate the smoke. Coincidentally, a child has gone missing nearby. Is Trez just another crazy erstwhile author or is there something more sinister?