He didn't pick just any girl. She had to look just right. The right kind of hair. The right arms and legs. The right curves in the right places. Little pieces of perfection. And there were lot of them in Los Angeles.
After he killed her, he'd cut pieces off-carve them up. Like a sculptor. Then he'd wrap his treasures and store them in the deep cold. Where they'd be safe.
Where they'd last forever.
. . . But some people just don't appreciate art.
For Tim Flannigan, the case, horrible as it was, was just another series of brutal murders. Then someone close to him was added to the madman's gallery. Looking at her dismembered body, Flannigan promised her memory that he would tear off a piece of the killer for himself. And it was a promise he swore to keep . . . at any cost.
I was disappointed in this book which the cover said was "in the tradition of The Silence of the Lambs. Not even close. The author's writing style is enjoyable but the story is all over the place. In a nutshell, a killer is stalking young women, murdering them and removing body parts. What he plans to do with those parts or why is never revealed. In fact not much is revealed about what drives the characters to do what they do and that includes the detective on the case. This book reminds me of a first draft by the author who is looking to put together a suspenseful novel and hasn't quite decided where he wants the story to go.