The High Art of Haunting — K. Patrick Malone

Meet Alex Webb, readers. Alex is a world class violinist; an internationally renowned celebrity of the cerebral. Now, at forty-two years old, he's got it all; rich, famous, handsome, talented and ...crippled...by a hit and run accident at the peak of his career. Trapped by his own fractured body, braced and bound in a big, old white house outside of the city, Alex Webb is a broken man in more ways than one. The house becomes his prison, his womb and his cocoon. But not to worry, readers, Alex is most definitely not alone. He has his lonely, moppet-eyed little boy, Nicky, to give him a reason to live. He has his chatty English housekeeper, Mrs. Flagg, to help him take step by painful step back into the land of the living. He has host of Turner Classic Movies, Robert Osborne, to keep him company in the darkness late at night and he has.... a mysterious shiny, black Steinway grand piano in his living room to... save him? But Alex is a violinist, he doesn't play the piano. So when he starts hearing the light, tinny sound of Tink...Tink in the back of his mind followed by less than admirable scenes from his life reflected in of the windows of that big, old white house, Alex begins to see his life as a Greek tragedy played out right before his very eyes, limping pathetically towards an inevitable conclusion. But is it truly inevitable? It has been said that the eyes are the windows to the soul but could the reverse be true for Alex Webb? Could it be for him that the windows are the eyes to his soul? And what secrets will they reveal to him in those final shattering moments?