Now that his mentor, Tony Tuilio, is dead, rookie Chicago homicide detective Jake Phillips (Special Victims, 1994) has latched onto an equally obsessive new hero, Sgt. Alex (Mondo) Mondello, a man who has the ``Vision'' to pick out potential criminals just by looking at them. Mondo's carrying a lot of other baggage too: a well-earned reputation for brutality on the job; a wife who's so bent on divorce that she's been calling the precinct to complain about him; a stunning defeat (courtesy of his Vision) of the man who tried to assassinate the mayor, who still wants Mondo's badge; and an accusation by another suspected killer, lowlife Bing Bingham, that Mondo beat and railroaded him. But Bing can't afford to say what really happened: On his way home from a spot of arson to accommodate some friends, he tried to accommodate his estranged wife, Laura, by lifting some records from the phone-sex office she'd just been fired from, and ran into the execution of her sleazy ex-boss and his part-time bodyguard, Jake's despised colleague Lt. Robert Roosevelt. So Bing sits in jail while the killer, a spectacularly vicious phone-sex pervert who calls himself Mr. X, draws a bead on Laura, her budding transsexual friend, Diana, and Mondo. Unless, of course, Mr. X is Mondo. As in Jake's debut, brooding Windy City background fights a losing battle against a larger-than-life, larger-than-other-books psycho.