In 1976 an ex-bunny girl from the 1960s lives alone (apart from a dog and two horses) in an isolated farmhouse. She had been the live-in girlfriend of Lenny Maxted, half of a top British comedy duo who killed himself in 1969. His suicide came after one of those drinks 'n' drugs parties that get a quick makeover when the press start asking questions. None of it matters now, surely -- Lenny is dead and Alice is making a kind of life. Out of the blue she is sent newspaper clippings about a woman's body, found in the lake of Lenny's house. Alice doesn't know who sent the clippings, or why. Then she is descended upon by the other half of that once-famed duo, a forgotten and cracking up comedian whose intentions are anything but funny. Alice may be flawed, but this guy is in melt-down. Wilson's first person narrative delivers a tense and suspenseful thriller -- woman in peril meets the man from Night Must Fall -- which starts so simply it is almost banal. It doesn't stay that way. Once beyond asking, "Why doesn't she run away?", the chaos and horror become inevitable.
