
“The only way to trap a serial killer is to know what he feels, what he thinks, and when he'll strike...again.”
The only thing James wants is to remain away from Scotland. One day, however, he receives a fax, a printout of an unknown person's obituary. The next day, he is charged and arrested for the murder of this person.
A chilling, rain-slicked descent into a labyrinth of mistaken identity and mounting dread. The atmosphere is thick with paranoia, pulling you into a desperate chase against an unseen force. It feels like a trap you can't escape.








