This short and seamless horror-crime story may not be one of King's more original works, but it does a splendid job fleshing out an interesting cast of characters as told through the eyes of Jamie Conklin, a young boy who can see dead people. More correctly, Jamie shares his memory of events that happened in the late 2000s and early 2010s when he was much younger. 

What makes this story about a young medium interesting, aside from King's ability to breathe life into his characters, isn't so much the boy's ability as the exploitation of it by those around him. His mom is the first to exploit it by asking Jamie to speak with a recently deceased author so their family might profit from it. His mom's former girlfriend (a dirty cop) is the next to exploit him, forcing him to help find where a mad bomber planted one last device before his demise. 

Talking to the bomber immediately becomes problematic because, unlike most dead people, he doesn't want to disappear and move on. He intends to haunt and harass Jamie as a punishment for meddling in what would have been his most deadly bomb. And as if that isn't difficult enough to deal with, his mom's former girlfriend decides to return a few years later for one more score.

It really isn't much of a horror story, although the protagonist insists on calling it one. Think of it more as a paranormal thriller. I enjoyed the straightforward plot for a change, but many King fans may be disappointed because it isn't as complex as his more memorable work. 

Those who are dissatisfied aren't necessarily wrong. This novel isn't as memorable as it is just done right. But I decided to rate it according to what it is as opposed to against all his other work.