By Linwood Barclay
Hailed as a suspense master” through Stephen King, Linwood Barclay now finds the darkish part of a small townand the even darker secrets and techniques that disguise there...
It’s been months when you consider that deepest investigator Cal Weaver’s teenage son Scott died in a sad twist of fate. Ever for the reason that, he and his spouse have drifted aside, fracturing a as soon as general lifestyles. Cal is mired in grief, a grief he can’t flow prior. and perhaps his grief has clouded his judgment. simply because riding domestic one evening, he makes his first great mistake.
a woman sopping wet in rain faucets on his motor vehicle window and asks for a journey as he sits at a stoplight. even if he is aware a fortysomething guy making a choice on up a teenage hitchhiker is a idiot, he shall we her in. She’s an identical age as Scott, and perhaps she will aid Cal locate the broker who bought his son the medicine that killed him. After a quick cease at a roadside diner, Cal senses that something’s now not correct with the lady or the location. yet it’s too overdue. He’s already involved.
Now Cal is drawn right into a nightmare of soreness and suspicion. whatever is horribly flawed within the small city of Griffon in upstate manhattan. There are too many secrets and techniques there, too many lies and cover-ups. And Cal has determined to reveal these secrets and techniques one by way of one.
That’s his moment vast mistake.
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