A woman undressing to take a bath is watched by a man she does not see, although he is in the room with her. She is not blind (indeed there is nothing physically or mentally wrong with her), yet the man watches without fear of being discovered -- and then he kills her, remorselessly, knowing that she will not have a chance to fight back.
So begins Glory, one of the most excitingly original novels in many years.
And Kate is only the first to die. The police think her death is an accident, but her friend, Laura Scott, does not agree, and she enlists the help of ex-cop John Deacon. Soon More women die, and now the accident theory won't hold -- except the police still won't listen.
Together Deacon and Scott begin a walk down a road that no one wants them to take. It leads to a bank and an audacious computer theft. It leads to a man whose fierce desire for power isn't sated by owning one of the richest corporations in America. It leads to betrayals and counter-betrayals and to a war that means death for many, profits for some.
And somewhere on that road -- sometimes in from of them, sometimes just behind -- is a man who likes to kill women.
A man with special talents and special needs. A shadow. A voice on the telephone.
I owned this book some time back, but must have donated it to some bookshop. So I reread it. Not as good as I had remembered. I do not enjoy books written by British authors who maintain so much 'brit' language and words which are not used here. It makes the books difficult to read with any real flow.