A suspenseful tale of a clever crime-solver who gets a little too close to the action.
Lt. Aaron Rauser needs help catching what seems to be a new serial killer in his Atlanta stomping ground. He knows that the woman for the job is his old friend and crime-solving compatriot Keye Street. Keye’s not the kind of woman you mess around with, and while the folks on the force don’t like that she’s freelancing in their department, there’s not much they can do about it. Keye was on track to be a well-respected FBI profiler before an inconvenient addiction to booze got in the way. Now that she’s back on her feet, this tough and whip-smart investigator has opened her own small-time business. Although chasing bail jumpers keeps Keye and her hacker sidekick Neil in modest money, hunting down the deranged psychopath the Atlanta papers have dubbed the Wishbone Killer is just Keye’s piece of pie. The trouble is that the closer Keye seems to get to Wishbone, the more the killer seems to know about her: her thoughts, her feelings and even a few things she’s barely admitted to herself. As the action shifts from seemingly random events to targeted, graphic and brutal acts of violence, Keye is thrust from the role of hunter to hunted.
Williams (Club Twelve, 1994, etc.) creates a frightening and occasionally witty novel, perfect for those who can sleep with one eye open. Think Mary Higgins Clark with an edge.
