A faceless man lurks outside a home. He’s killed twice before, but this one is different. She’s a mother. With a son too young to believe in the bogeyman, waiting outside their door. Meanwhile, Archie gulps his warm glass of milk and begins to write. For Archie, killing is easy, but documenting his victims as their hope slowly wanes, that’s always more difficult… The story itself is terrifying. The narrator, sociopathic. And together, it made Dom Driscol’s debut novel an instant bestseller. With some critics already calling the memoir-style thriller, the scariest work of fiction in decades. But unfortunately for Dom, not everyone is a fan. That includes part-time sleuth, Izzy Hernandez, who happens to notice a few peculiarities that others have missed. Like the startling similarities between Dom’s antagonist and the man who’s been terrorizing Izzy’s hometown of Springfield for years. A man the local media have infamously dubbed, The Splinter. But in an investigation full of conmen and killers, nothing is as clear as it appears. And as Izzy races to solve the case, the line between fact and fiction quickly begins to blur…