What happens to a man’s soul when his mind is gone?

It’s a question that haunted me long before I ever wrote The Dead of the Day. I’ve seen people I cared about fade slowly into the fog of dementia—forgetting names, faces, entire chapters of their lives. The body stays, the eyes still open, but the person behind them? It’s like watching someone drift away in pieces.

When Brett discovers his supposedly dead grandfather has killed a nurse at a remote nursing home, he uncovers a family legacy...