We were so young when it all happened. Just 13-years-old, making the most of the long, hot, lazy days of summer, thinking we had the world at our feet. That was us - me, Fat Bobby, Jim, and Tara - the four members of the self-proclaimed Outsiders' Club. The day we broke into the burnt-out car in the woods was the day everything changed. Cold, hard cash in the front seat, and a decomposing body in the trunk - it started out as a mystery we were desperate to solve. Then, the collector arrived. He knew we had found his secret. And suddenly, out summer of innocence turned into the stuff of nightmares.