Counterfeit Son
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Cameron Miller is pretending to be someone he isn't. When he began presenting himself as Neil Lacey, it was the only way he could think of to distance himself from what Pop had done, to finally climb out of his nightmarish existence. He thought it would be easy—playing the rich kid, sailing his boat—but he didn't count on Cougar. Now Cougar, his father's old accomplice, has tracked Cameron down and presented an ultimatum: Share the wealth or be exposed. Will Cameron give up his new identity to protect Neil's family? Or will he let his search for a new life destroy those around him?
Elaine Marie Alphin
ELAINE MARIE ALPHIN (1955-2014) was the author of many acclaimed novels for teen readers, including Simon Says and Counterfeit Son, winner of the Edgar Award for Best Young Adult Mystery. She also wrote numerous books for younger readers and more than two hundred articles for children's magazines.
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- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5This book is a pretty captivating read for older children/ young adults. The plot is pretty dark and I would suggest it only for mature readers. The story is essentially about a boy who finds out his father is a serial killer. There's many twists and turns in the story and the boy eventually finds out his father was not really his father after all. The boy was kidnapped when he was a baby. The book is captivating while still addressing the identity crisis of the young man.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Teenagers love books about one of their own getting out of an abusive situation and this book fits the bill. It opens with a young man escaping the basement of a house where he had been beaten and locked up and where other boys had been buried. At the same time the police arrive and a shoot out ends in the death of the abuser, his father.Cameron had plenty of time to read all the files his father kept on the other boys so when he was found he identified himself as Neil Lacey, one of the other victims. He chose this identity because the articles mentioned his family owned a sailboat and he liked to sail.He seemed to be acclimating again to his family except for his perceptive and bitter sister. She and the younger brother had plenty to deal with after his disappearance. And then Pop's cohort, Cougar, was released from prison and is shaking him down with the threat of abducting his brother.Will his family learn of his true identity? Or will he learn about his own real identity?Good story.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5I practically inhaled this book in ninth grade. I've since read it four times; there aren't a whole lot of books that can claim that. The story is brilliant, the character development is fascinating and the ending is incredible (though predictable to an adult me).
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5"The book Counterfeit Son basically talks about a child whose name is Cameron and whose father - Hank Miller is a murderer. His father abducts children and murders them if they do not obey to his command. Cameron is worried that his father will slay him too. Suddenly, a miraculous thing happens: his father is killed in a shootout with the police. Cameron takes this only chance: he takes on the identity of Neil Lacey, who has been kidnapped for more than six years. Neil's reappearance is suspected by the detectives. However his parents, the Laceys are thrilled. The loving Laceys take Cameron home and provide him with the best food and clothes, but this arouses his siblings' envy. At the same time, Hank Miller's friend, Cougar, is released from jail. He knows that Cameron is pretending to be Neil. He threatens him to get him valuable jewels or cash, otherwise he will tell the truth to the cops. Cougar even snatches Neil's little brother, Stevie in order to force Cameron to obtain the house key for him. When Neil struggles against Cougar to save Stevie, Neil's sister, Diana calls his parents and the detectives. When they come, the truth is finally exposed..." Excerpt from borders.comI read this years ago (2002 maybe?) and could never get it out of my head. It was a really page turner and kept me in suspence. Older readers may be able to figure out the ending within the first hundred pages, but it was good all the same.
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Counterfeit Son - Elaine Marie Alphin
Copyright © 2000 by Elaine Marie Alphin
All rights reserved. Originally published in hardcover in the United States by Harcourt Books, an imprint of Houghton Mifflin Harcourt Publishing Company, 2000.
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The Library of Congress has cataloged the hardcover edition as follows:
Alphin, Elaine Marie.
Counterfeit son/by Elaine Marie Alphin.
p. cm.
Summary: When serial killer Hank Miller is killed in a shoot-out with police, his abused son, Cameron, adopts the identity of one of his father’s victims in order to find a better life.
[1. Mistaken identity—Fiction. 2. Child abuse—Fiction. 3. Serial killers—Fiction. 4. Murder—Fiction.] I. Title.
PZ7.A4625Co 2000
[Fic]—dc21 00-8168
ISBN 978-0-15-202645-5 PA ISBN 978-0-547-25853-9
eISBN 978-0-547-48774-8
v2.1119
This is a work of fiction. All the names, characters, and events portrayed in this book are the product of the authors imagination. Any resemblance to any event or actual person, living or dead, is unintended.
For Art,
who has a rare staying power
Prologue
He chose the Lacey family at first because of the sailboats. For as long as he could remember he’d dreamed of sailing. He imagined it would feel like flying, the wind rushing past his face and the waves scudding like clouds beneath him. And he thought he would feel safe—no people around, just him and the boat and the open water.
He knew about the sailboats because he’d seen them in the newspaper photographs. He had read everything about the boys, all the clipped articles on yellowing newsprint, all the magazine features on slick paper so limp it had lost its gloss. Reading about someone else’s life was almost as good as dreaming about sailing.
He couldn’t remember exactly when he had discovered the file cabinet in the corner of the small cellar storage room. Pop always locked him in the cellar while it happened. He hated the cellar—he hated the blows and the cries from upstairs, muffled only slightly by the locked door and the flooring, and he hated the smell. Pop kept spreading quicklime and fresh earth over the dirt floor, but the smell never went away completely You could hardly smell anything upstairs, but when he was shut down in the cellar the thick, sickly sweet odor got inside his nose and he couldn’t get rid of it. If he breathed through his mouth, he tasted it—a heavy taste like a rabbit a dog had torn apart and left half-buried in rotting leaves.
He remembered that he had been trying to blot out the smell when he first stumbled onto the file cabinet. If he closed himself in that little side room, the odor wasn’t as bad. He had shut the door and pulled a dangling chain, and a single lightbulb flicked on overhead. There were cardboard boxes piled in the room, sodden from the damp, and he had seen the gleam of metal halfhidden behind them. The file cabinet was up on two-by-fours, and if he slipped around the shadowy side of the boxes he could open the drawers easily. The clippings were inside.
He wasn’t the greatest reader. He couldn’t remember much about starting school, but he knew he’d been kept back. One of the boys had tried to help him with his reading once, and he’d gotten better, but he didn’t like to think about that. That boy was in the cellar now, with the others, and he didn’t have to think about him anymore. He could think about sailing instead.
In school his classmates were always younger, and the teachers never bothered about him. He stayed quiet and kept to himself and didn’t learn much, but Pop said that didn’t matter. What mattered was not getting noticed. Other kids were problems and took all the teachers’ attention. Grown-ups didn’t waste any efforts on a kid who kept his mouth shut and stayed out of trouble and passed, even with Cs. So when he first looked through the files he had trouble reading the articles. He recognized some of the pictures, though, from the boys he remembered, and he started with the articles in those files, sounding out the letters until the words made sense.
His reading improved, and over the years he read every article in the file cabinet. Some he read over and over. He knew each boy’s family as if it were his own, and he chose the Laceys because of the sailboats. He also chose them because the boy’s looks and age were close to his own, and because they had moved into their house only six months before their son disappeared. That would help explain his not knowing his way around.
And he also chose the Laceys, in the end, because of their money.
1
Return from the Dead
What?
The officer ran a hand through his uncombed hair and bent down across the high counter in the Buckeye police station lobby. Say that again.
Cameron Miller swallowed and forced himself not to back away. If he couldn’t make himself go through with it now, he might as well give the whole thing up.
I’m Neil Lacey,
he whispered. I got away. I need help.
People rushed past the policeman, phones rang, and from the look of his rumpled uniform and his bristling jowls, the officer staring at him must have been up for a couple of nights straight. This was the only police station in Buckeye, and Cameron thought they’d probably been taking the heat on Hank Miller’s shooting.
Kid says he’s Neil Lacey,
he heard the officer at the counter tell another officer. Cameron swallowed again and made himself look steadily at the two of them. It wasn’t easy, after years of ducking his head so no one could look him in the eye.
But—
The second officer pressed his lips together and didn’t finish.
I know.
The rumpled officer looked perplexed. What do we do with him?
The second officer shrugged. I’ll take him into B. You call Simmons.
He beckoned. Come on, uh, Neil.
Cameron followed the officer down the hall, his knees weak and trembling. Don’t tell the cops anything, Pop had told him the time police officers came to question them about Cougar. If you do, they’ll see just how bad you are. They’ll take you away and lock you up, and you’ll find out what punishment really is. He’d known he was bad, so he’d done what Pop said. He’d acted the part, like he did at school, and the cops had gone away. So had Cougar.
Now, after trying so hard to obey Pop’s rules for as long as he could remember, Cameron had broken this rule, blown it to bits, and he was terrified of the consequences. But what other choice did he have?
The officer led him into a room with a metal table and four folding chairs. Sit down, uh, Neil. Look, can I get you anything? A Coke, maybe? Or a sandwich?
Cameron wondered what he should do. What would ring true? Could I have a Coke, please?
he asked. Then, on an impulse, he added, When can my parents get here? I really want my dad.
The officer twisted his gold wedding ring. I don’t know—I’m sure they’ll be here soon. I’ll get you that Coke.
And he fled the room.
The walls were blank except for a chalky gray-green coating of paint. The room didn’t have any windows, just like the cellar storage room. There weren’t any boxes or file cabinets, but Cameron didn’t need to look in the files. He had learned everything they could teach him.
He looked at the door. It was probably locked, but he was used to being locked into rooms, and this one was okay. There was plenty of light, and it smelled of a mixture of fresh pine cleaner and stale cigarette smoke—safe smells. And, in spite of the fear, he didn’t hurt as much as he usually did. His left arm and side still ached from the last beating, but the worst of the pain had worn off. Pop had been excited about looking for a boy again, after so long, and had left him in the house alone for a few nights before . . . before the shooting. Cameron felt a strange ache in his chest, and he wished he could run home and find Pop waiting for him. He’d confess what he’d done and take his punishment gladly, if only Pop could still be there to look after him. Now he had to look after himself, and he didn’t know if he was strong enough.
Cameron laid both hands flat on the tabletop and stared straight ahead. He’d had plenty of practice in shutting out his surroundings and his fears. In his mind, he sailed across deep blue water shimmering with flecks of gold. The wind blew fresh against his cheeks, spattering his eyelashes with a fine spray.
The door banged open and he jumped. There were three men now: the officer, who placed a can of Coke on the table, and two men in suits.
Here’s your Coke, son,
the officer said. This is Detective Simmons and Special Investigator Colbert.
Cameron stared at the two men and wrapped his hands around the cold can. Are my parents coming?
he asked.
The men looked at each other. In a little while,
Detective Simmons said, sitting down facing him. Now, Neil—why don’t you tell us what happened? You told Officer Norton you got away. How did you do that?
He placed a small black tape recorder on the table.
Cameron licked his lips and eyed the tape recorder, listening to its soft hum. He put me down in the cellar—
he started.
He—who?
the detective asked quickly.
Hank Miller. He always put me down in the cellar.
The words came, painful but convincing, because they were the truth. He’d lock the cellar door until it was over.
Cameron swallowed some of his Coke and stared at the recorder. Knowing what to say was easy—saying the words aloud was hard. They’ll know, he heard Pop’s voice. They’ll know how bad you are. His stomach cramped from the cold drink.
He made himself go on. He hadn’t had anybody in a while, so I hadn’t been down there in a long time. But then he brought home Josh.
He saw the two men in suits look quickly at each other.
That night, he locked me in the cellar. I tried to warn Josh.
Cameron felt tears sting his eyes, surprising himself. I told him to do what
—he caught himself before he said Pop. Neil wouldn’t think of Hank Miller as Pop. He went on, hoping they hadn’t noticed— Hank said, but he didn’t listen. None of them listened.
He gripped the can tightly to stop the words. He didn’t want to talk about the other boys.
When Hank was finished he unlocked the door. He was real nervous, though, and angry. He made me help him dig another hole in the cellar floor—it’s all packed dirt down there, hard to dig deep, but just dirt.
Words—how could they show these men in their pressed suits what it was like to stand on the shovel, using your weight to make it bite deep, then pull back on it with all your strength to lever the dirt out, all the while panting with the effort and choking on that smell?
He didn’t try. It was morning by the time we finished, and I asked him if I should go to school. He said yes, he didn’t want to attract any notice by messing up the routine. He was real big on routine. But I thought I’d get in trouble because I was so tired, and anyway, it was the last week of school so I didn’t think the teacher would tell him I’d cut. So I left like I was going to school, but then I went in the woods behind the house and I hid there to go to sleep.
The special investigator hadn’t said anything yet, but Detective Simmons nodded. Cameron thought the cops were probably almost as familiar with that patch of eastern Tennessee woods as he was. When they’d closed in on the house, some of the officers had come through the trees.
I woke up when I heard people moving in the woods,
he went on. I got my book bag and stayed out of sight, and I heard them come up to the house. I heard talking and then shouting. I don’t know what happened next, but then I heard gunfire and more shouts.
He knew what had happened, all right, but he didn’t think Neil would have cared enough about Hank Miller to figure it out. Pop must have fought back, Cameron thought. He knew Pop had a gun, though he’d never shot any of the boys, of course.