ONE WILD PARTY. FOUR COUNTS OF MURDER.
A mansion in Beverly Hills is leased out to host an event wild enough to herald the end of days.
The next day there is not a living soul to be seen. In the driveway sits a super-stretch limo, unlocked, with four bodies inside it. Nothing links the victims together. Each has been killed in a different way.
Now it is up to brilliant psychologist Alex Delware and LAPD Lieutenant Milo Sturgis to begin their grisliest and most baffling case yet.
As they struggle to make sense of the mass slaying, they'll be forced to confront a level of evil that nothing can prepare them for.
Praise for Jonathan Kellerman's New York Times No. 1 bestselling thrillers:
'Sophisticated, cleverly plotted and satisfying' Sunday Telegraph
'High-octane entertainment' The Times
'Exceptionally exciting' New York Times
Early in bestseller Kellerman's disappointing 35th whodunit featuring L.A. psychologist Alex Delaware (after 2019's The Wedding Guest), a professional cleaner who arrives at a house the morning after a big party finds a white stretch limo parked near the pool containing four corpses. All are dressed in black and drenched in blood from the waist down. In the front seat, the chauffeur has a bullet wound to the head; in the backseat, the lone female victim holds the penis of a male victim. Delaware and his LAPD buddy, Lt. Milo Sturgis, must figure out how the four are connected, along with a motive for the murders and the staging of the bodies. The eventual explanation is a letdown, and Delaware and Sturgis make a judgment error at the climax that doesn't fit with their years of experience interviewing suspects. Overdone prose is another negative ("Misfortune is the mother's milk of journalism... those who suckle the teats of tragedy are rarely forced to confront evil directly"). Those looking for a cleverer resolution of a similar macabre setup should check out P.D. James's A Taste for Death.