All right, the writing was pretty decent, no quibbles there. I just got hung up on the impossible key character.
So, real life serial killers, right? Dime a dozen out there, right? And you know how they always turn out to be these gorgeous blonde brilliant psychopaths, who not only kill scores on their own, but even cultivate their minions, much like a troop of Manchurian candidates, who at any time will unleash their own personal killing spree just to glorify her, because she’s just that beautiful, ya know? I’m picturing Charlize Theron myself. Seriously? Seriously? (Turns out she got abused by her Dad as a kid, so OF COURSE she turned out the way she did.)
So, as you can probably tell, this book lost me there. Basic outline, gorgeous killer snatches up a detective after a couple score killings, and goes to work on him. Lots of gory details, but she keeps him around longer than most, because she sorta likes him. As a pet. Gets caught and put away, but then he just keeps going to visit every week, strung out and ignoring his family, because sometimes she’ll tell him where she left another body. Why? Have I mentioned that she’s drop dead beautiful?
Eventually, one of the Manchurian minions kicks in, and eventually everything gets wrapped up.
Alright, I’ve raised two sons. And I know good and well that neither of them would torture and kill people because some good-looking chick told them to do that. Damn. Let me tell you how I REALLY feel about this book.