A disturbed and disturbing book with shock waves building from the 1939 battle of Grodno, Poland, through Russian concentration camps, an escape crossing the borders of Rumania, Hungary, Czechoslovakia and Switzerland, to psychiatric hospitals in England and Scotland, eventually to sleazy Manhattan hotels and ultimately to other U.S. cities unnamed. Komorowski is a former Polish soldier on the run -- earlier possibly from the Free Polish Army in exile in London and certainly, so he thinks, now from the NKVD. He is, he claims, the only eyewitness to the appalling massacre at Katyn Forest where 4500 Polish officers were slaughtered in the spring of 1940. It matters not that in 1952 a U.S. fact-finding commission charged the Russians with the crime, that there's no longer any question of responsibility -- Komorowski continues to hide, changing aliases to stave off the expectant midnight knock on his door. A tragic trauma of war -- but will this feeding of the paranoia expiate it?