FROM THE AWARD-WINNING AUTHOR OF BLACKLANDSThe eight-year-old boy had vanished from the car and - as if by slick, sick magic - had been replaced by a note on the steering wheel:You don't love himAt the height of summer a dark shadow falls across Exmoor. But there are some who would say that Jonas is...

FROM THE AWARD-WINNING AUTHOR OF BLACKLANDSThe eight-year-old boy had vanished from the car and - as if by slick, sick magic - had been replaced by a note on the steering wheel:You don't love himAt the height of summer a dark shadow falls across Exmoor. But there are some who would say that Jonas is the last man to entrust with this job...