When Jude blacks out at Lingfield Racecourse, his past closes in. Every step feels like walking into a trap of his own making. What he is hunting is taunting him from the shadows, deep down he has always known.
Nerves frayed. Memory slipping. Time missing. Still, his highly sensitive mind catches what others miss: a smear on a saddle, chalk dust on a sleeve. The clues are in plain sight, but only he can piece them together.
When the first murder happens in the commentary box, his memory flickers, but refuses to hold. With the Surrey Police on his trail and the body count rising, Jude must face the story he told himself, before it destroys him.
