Author Ken Andrews is never at home to callers. He has one purpose in life. His book. But someone is determined it will never see the light of day …

Andrews is found dead in his own living room. His head blown to bloody smithereens. Who will finish what the dead man started? The publisher turns to Arnold Landon. And why wouldn’t he pick up the mantle? Everyone tells him it’s safe. The police have their man for Andrews’ killing. But the closer Landon gets to Andrews’ checkered past, the less certain he becomes.

Could the true killer be out there still? Watching, waiting for his chance to strike again …