To his co-workers, Paul Mizzell was a shy but competent artist whose life alternated between his home and his drawing board.
To his boss, he was a reclusive enigma whose painful shyness seemed to walk the thin edge of fear.
To his girlfriend, he was a gentle, boyish companion, a novice at the manly arts of love.
Only one person knew the truth-that "Paul Mizzell" was a fiction. That the fiction concealed a savage crime. Only one person knew just how little separated Paul Mizzell from homicidal madness..and just how little it would take to push him over the edge-again!
