The truth hurts. Sometimes it kills.A terrifying and heartbreaking novel of guilt and innocence...
Every year Detective David Groves receives a birthday card for his son . . . even though he buried him years ago. His son's murder took everything from him, apart from his belief in the law, even though the killers were never found. This year, though, the card bears a different message: I know who did it.
A woman who died in a car accident is claiming to be back from the dead - with a terrifying account of what she's been through.
The answer to both lies with the kind of people you want to run from - and
uncovering the truth means going through hell . . .
Exciting and well written - Mosby excels at catching you off guard. This is a highly recommended read but you may have to leave the light on afterwards - SUNDAY MIRROR
From the opening chapter, which delivers an intriguing shock, this is as taut and as scary a serial killer investigation as a reader could wish for - IRISH INDEPENDENT
Strange and powerful, this is Mosby's best - THE TIMES
Mosby expertly intertwines the main plot lines with several subplots in this psychologically attuned thriller - PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
A gripping seventh novel from the talented Mosby whose reputation has been growing steadily... Neat storytelling, coupled with Mosby's sure touch for characters that demand our sympathy, help make this one of those crime novels that linger in the mind long after the final page - DAILY MAIL
Mosby has become renowned for thrillers that reach into dark places where most British crime writers are afraid to go, while the low-key lyricism of his style makes his books moving as well as terrifying - SUNDAY EXPRESS