Wow! An American author I did not know and she delivers! Great craftsmanship is indicated in constructing a group largely like TV’s “Scorpion,” of a former SEAL agent, FBI agent, a couple of computer and IT specialists and its most problematical member, a clairvoyant named, of course, “Claire.” I should not forget Yoda, the do-everything computer and Casey Woods, the red-haired leader, coordinator and den mother of the group and her dog, Hero. The group is collectively known as “Forensic Instincts.” Kane also throws in a plot that is sheer genius: a serial killer starts with young college girls with red hair and rapes them, eviscerates them and leaves evidence of further tortures behind, strangling them to make sure they can’t talk. He is Glen Fisher. He gets thrown in jail and is there for fifteen years when the patterns begin to repeat. This time he accompanies each murder with a written threat of more to come, clues as to where the bodies will be found and a blatant statement that Casey will be the last to be killed. This keeps the suspense building as each murder holds more clues as to who’s next and what’s going to happen. Claire’s powers are tested and she consistently gives the group, (FI) clues but not answers. FI also stays one or three steps ahead of the FBI, the NYPD and everybody else trying to solve the murders, especially since they continue once Glen Fisher is in prison. The crucial discovery is made that Fisher has developed not only an agent who carries out his orders with enthusiasm, but also in-prison agents who keep him supplied with information and burner phones so he can have his orders obeyed. (A slight plot wobble: nowhere is it thoroughly explained how King manages to afford all these agents since he is without income.) Then there is Suzanne, Fisher’s acquiescent wife, who gives him information to abet his crimes and plan his escape. Kane skillfully tightens the screws. So effective is she at portraying the abilities and the independent attitude of FI that the reader almost forgets to wonder what, given all the murders and clues that add up, are the FBI and NYPD doing? FI figures that bureaucracy stands in their way: warrants, official approval of tactics—everything that gets in the way of solving the case the FI ignores and goes its own way. This adds a swashbuckling flavor to the whole enterprise and adds to the fun. I am still deeply into my exploration of Nordic noir, but this diversion was a most welcome one and I have made the promise to myself to read more Kane Forensic Instincts novels. You should, too!