Christine was eating into his mind, burrowing into his unconscious.

When murders start occurring in Libertyville, is it possible that the culprit is not human? Christine, blood-red, fat, and finned, was twenty. Her promise lay all in her past. Greedy and big, she was Arnie’s obsession, a ‘58 Plymouth Fury. Broken down but not finished.

There was still power in her - a frightening power that leaked like sump oil, staining and corrupting.  A malign power that corroded the mind and turned ownership into Possession.