Night had fallen, and the woman looked down at the crumpled letter, as if, in absolute darkness, she could read the postscript: only a monster can play this game. In Chicago, an FBI agent is killed in a psychiatrist's waiting room. In New York, the jurors from a controversial trial are murdered one by one. The only connections between the two: a flamboyant shock-jock, whose on-air comments seem to be taking him dangerously close to the edge; and a woman, her body misshapen since childhood, whose job it is to clean up crime scenes, and maybe create them as well. This is a federal case, and Mallory's been told that the FBI wants no part of her. But she knows something nobody else does, and besides, when has she ever cared what anyone else wanted?
"[Bresnahan] wisely opts for a straightforward approach, presenting the book's lengthy descriptive passages in a clear, crisp manner and defining the cast of eccentric characters with subtle vocal shifts. The result is compelling, smartly paced entertainment, as focused and coolly efficient as its affect-less heroine." (Publishers Weekly)
"O'Connell has raised the standard for psychological thrillers." (Chicago Tribune)
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