I hate to say it, because this author is one of my Goodreads friends, but I really did not enjoy this book that much. For starters, I do not like novels written in the first person, and much of the story is written this way. While the characterization of the antagonist is good, that of the protagonist and his "team" is wooden. The protagonist, Brent Dulac, is the urbane private investigator one commonly sees on television, dining in the company of spectacular women in expensive, gourmet French restaurants, jetting around the country looking for a killer, and writing AND publishing a print novel in eight months . I have known more than one P.I. personally and I can assure you most of them do not do these things. I also find it very hard to believe a 16-year old boy would chase an adult prowler alone, unarmed, and in the dark, as Dulac does early in the book. Some of his female compatriots, although they are given short shrift, are more interesting than he is.
The novel is psychological, in that it revolves around an antagonist with a long-standing Oedipus complex that is still alive and well even though the object of his affection is long dead. To simulate her and satiate his desires, he kidnaps, rapes, and eventually murders girls who remind him of her. He is able to get away with this, courtesy of a huge, fortuitous inheritance that enables him to create false identities, go wherever he wants, buy whatever he wants, etc. (shades of Hannibal Lecter). As he travels around searching for victims, Dulac chases him around trying to stop him. The author alludes to many sexual situations and violence, but does little to actually describe them; thus there are very few really thrilling passages in the book, at least none that thrilled me. The ending is very abrupt and not satisfying in the least, obviously because a sequel is planned.