Picture a lone truck-stop diner during an ugly storm. You have a cook, waitress, and police officer huddled inside for shelter and to attend stranded diners. Somewhere down the road–according to the relaying radio frequenting updates on the storm–a local motel recently found itself caught in a shooting spree. Innocents are gunned down, and the killer is still on the loose. Meanwhile, back at the diner, a ragged and dusty man stumbles through as the storm reaches its peak. Suspicions arrive from those already inside. Could he be the hotel killer? Still, they maintain a cool head. Asking for a cup of coffee, the diner employees serve the strange and twitchy guest. As for the police officer , he watches the patron with a long gaze.
All this appears strange, mysterious, and lightly-suspenseful. But then a platoon of dead, zombified war veterans comes swimming out of the storm to attack the diner. And out went bits of my grasp on the story. To be fair, Night Crawlers deserve another, slower re-read within its 33 pages. But from my initial read, I really just thought it was okay. I would be interested in reading something lengthier from McCammon, though.
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