As you can tell, Fry is spinning a lot of plates in Lurker, but you never sense one begin to wobble. The supernatural elements of the tale are nicely dovetailed with concerns about predatory capitalism throughout the ages, and with the state of Meg’s marriage.
All the while the reader is wondering just how much of Meg’s suspicions are real and how much the product of the grief she has suffered. Ultimately it's a story about how our perceptions might be distorted, or made clearer, by loss. Told in tight, clear prose, and with some beguilingly creepy images (those concerning hands and hand-prints especially freaked me out) this is another fine tale from Fry.