Two years ago he had been a promising young novelist. Now he survived - you could hardly call it living - in a near derelict cottage with only an unhooked telephone and his own obsessive thoughts for company. Two years of loving Drusilla - the bored, rich, unstable girl with everything she needed ....
and a husband she wanted dead.
The affair was over.
But the long slide into deception and violence had just begun. . .