Tiger Rag

Still on her knees, she became aware of the presence of evil, as palpable as a waking tiger, it uncurled and rose to stalk around the house, snuffling at the cracks and staring with bright, yellow eyes at every window, trying to find its way in...

It was only when she read about Richard Thrall's murder that it began - the slow, terrifying journey into that special world of the past where she was suddenly a prisoner of her childhood.

It was then that everything came smashing back into her life, blurring the realities of her husband and son. There were things about the past she never understood. And somehow Richard Thrall's murder was part of it all. Now she must find out the truth - or surrender to her madness...