I liked it but that's about it. I wasn't wowed like I have been in the past by Linwood Barclay.
One night when Paul Davis sees his colleague, Kenneth Hoffman, driving a little erratic, he pulls over when he pulls over to make sure that everything is okay but what he sees is more disturbing than he could ever imagine. Ultimately he ends up struggling with PTSD but it isn't until his wife, Charlotte, brings home a typewriter for him to use to write about what happened that night that he really starts questioning his own sanity.
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