White Pine nominee, 2009 Spinetingler Magazine Award Nominee, 2009 Canadian Children's Book Centre Our Choice, 2009 A boy maybe twelve years old, on a bike, stopped next to Dooley, looked at the kid sprawled on the pavement and said, "Is he dead?" "Yeah, I think so," Dooley said. In fact, he was sure of it because there was no air going into or coming out of the lungs of the kid on the pavement. Also, the kid's open eyes were staring at nothing, and his head was twisted, as if he had turned to look at something just before he made contact with the hard surface of the path. Right away, Dooley knows he's in trouble. For one thing he's got a record. For another, the dead kid isn't exactly a stranger - and he's no friend. So slowly the net begins to close around 17-year-old Dooley, a troubled lone wolf who has a couple of strikes against him already.
