Pulse
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5.0 • 2 Ratings
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Publisher Description
A PI’s latest case resembles the work of a serial killer presumed dead in this dark crime thriller by the New York Times–bestselling author of Switch.
Some Killers Come Back For More
The killer’s depravity is insatiable. What he does to his victims is unthinkable. Homicide detective turned PI Frank Quinn has seen this M.O. before. A demented ritual, it’s the work of Daniel Danielle—a notorious serial killer who blurs the line between male and female, human and monster. Danielle disappeared ten years ago. Is a copycat repeating the crimes? Or has Danielle made a deadly return? Either way, this time the killing won’t stop . . .
Praise for the writing of John Lutz
“Among the best.” —The San Diego U-T
“A major talent.” —John Lescroart
“One of the masters.” —Ridley Pearson
“In rare form.” —The New York Times Book Review
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
The talent that landed Lutz the Shamus Lifetime Achievement Award isn't evident in this crude serial killer yarn, the seventh featuring Frank Quinn, after 2011's Serial. As 2002's Hurricane Sophia bears down on Florida, Daniel Danielle, an androgynous murderer believed to have slaughtered over 100 women, escapes when the transport vehicle being used to move him to a maximum-security prison is overturned in the storm. The sole law enforcement officer to survive the crash insists that Danielle must have perished after fleeing the scene either on account of his injuries or the raging gale. So when a woman turns up dead in New York City in 2008, Danielle doesn't surface as a suspect even though the victim bears his trademark mutilations; whoever butchered college student Macy Collins sliced off her breasts while she was still alive. Although Quinn has since left the NYPD, the veteran homicide detective a maverick when it comes to "tracking serial killers " is drawn in by the sleazy police commissioner to solve the case before more blood is shed. But readers will likely deem that quota met early on the gratuitous violence disgusts more than it thrills, and the book's gratuitous length waters down whatever suspense Lutz does manage to conjure.
