Linwood Barclay touched a nerve of mine in his wonderful new thriller, NEVER LOOK AWAY. Actually, he took that nerve, pinched it, stomped on it, and rolled it on the ground all within the first few pages.
About a quarter-century ago, I took my ungrateful and unappreciative sons to a theme restaurant named after a giant rodent who is not Mickey Mouse. I fished into my pocket to give quarters to my older son; when I looked down, my younger son (three years old at the time) was gone. It only took me a minute to find him --- he had wandered down the hall and, wise beyond his years, was heading out of the place --- but I have never known panic like I knew on that Sund