Richard Laymon has been dead for a couple of years now, and he left behind some work which his literary executor (Dean Koontz?) edited and knocked into shape for publication. With this book I did find myself wondering how much of this was written by Laymon. Was it a complete work which he hadn't previously published because it wasn't quite up to scratch? (I could believe that as its not as good as previous books) Was it an incomplete work which someone else finished for him? (I could believe that too)
My wife says that she thought the book felt like it had been written by a woman. I'm not sure I agree, but I never dare argue with her.
Many of the usual Laymon features are here - people with over-active imaginations which border on the paranoid. These same people then do things which even a reckless person would think twice about. These very same people seem to have a magnetic attraction to any psychos within a mile radius, and there is a plentiful supply of them. The California tourist board must hate Laymon books!
Laymon stories usually have a element of coincidence in them, like the way a character who is most vulnerable to a psycho attack finds themselves subject to one, and normally I accept this and willingly suspend disbelief for the sake of the story. In this case I felt the coincidences go just that bit too far and strain credibility too much - but I won't give specific examples as they would give away some twists.
There is the suspense and the gory episodes which is what we read Laymon for, but maybe not in such extreme measures as other books, and somewhat spoilt by the more ridiculous elements of the plot. Having said that, with the author now dead, there is a strictly limited amount of new material going to ever be published so you have to take what you can get. This will do, but it could have been so much better.