The first thing that attracted me to 'The Forgotten' was it's cover (on occasion, and without God's help, we can all feel lost). Set on a sea front: it's like an isolation play from the dark hills of Brownsville; or, a fourth quarter 'quick-play' from the machine that was the Utah Jazz's 'pick-and-roll' offense. This slow moving, but steady-pounding, and, relentlessly grinding and meandering 'slow-mo' novel WILL, in due time, wear you down. With the long-standing folmula of the classic 'who-dun-it'; which at worst, will leave you wanting more; and, near it's best, will leave you weak at the knees, it remains a job well done. Make no mistakes about Kellerman's professionalism; this is a gritty 'drag-it-out; whatever' thriller. It left me thinking - 'There is always ONE nutter out there that has the brain to mess it up for the rest of us'.