Another annal of unthinkable crime, set somewhere in the midwest, with an air of toneless truth to fuse the form between documentary and novel. Roger Mapes, always between jobs and twitchy as a tic, takes off one day with his young son Jimmy (an older boy drowned, earlier on) and rapes and kills a girl in front of his kid. The two travel on together, at first unidentified, later the targets of a state-wide manhunt. Roger kills again--and so does Jimmy with his father's knife, before time runs out and the police close in. Dreadful as it is, Rosenberg does not aggravate it tastelessly. He just keeps his story moving fast and without remission while breathing down your neck with the chill of an ice cube.