This is Tudor's third novel in the spooky twisty thriller genre, and i think she may really have hir her stride in this twisty, tense, tale of haunted motorways, rest-stops, cafes with bad coffee and dead end estates where a man who has lost everything roams the night searching for the daughter who is supposed to be dead but who he gimpsed, impossibly in the back of astrange  car on the day of her death, and a owman flees from unkown dangers with a young girl who may or may not be her daughter. Tudor unravels the story and the secrets, tragedies and crimes behind it with precision, and incorporates the subtle supernatural element more succesfully, I feel, than in her first two books and, as always, her characterisation is rich and complex.