The name on the covers was Bachman. But the imagination could only belong to one man: Stephen King.
He´s got a plan. But he hasn´t got a clue.
Clayton Blaisdell´s capers are strictly small-time until he meets George Rackley. With Blaze´s brawn and George´s brains, they pull off a hundred successful cons. Then George plans the one big score every small timer dreams of: kidnapping the infant heir to a family fortune.
The trouble is that by the time the deal goes down, the brains of the operation has died. Or has he?
Now Blaze is running into the white hell of the Maine woods with a baby as hostage. The crime of the century just turned into a race against time . . .