WAS IT A RAT I SAW?

First novel in which the identity of a brutal academic murderer lies locked in the surgically separated cerebral hemispheres of a rock musician. Handsome, sexy, upwardly mobile musician Tommy Dabrowski suffered so from epileptic seizures that he agreed to drastic treatment. Now, if his right brain knows what it's doing, it certainly isn't telling his left brain. The radical surgery has made Tommy terribly interesting to dedicated neurological researcher Dr. Clare Austen. After hours and hours and hours together in the laboratory, Tommy's healthy young body and cheeky charm have wreaked havoc with Dr. Austen's academic detachment, and it's all she can do to keep her mind on her neurological hypotheses. Researcher and subject are thrown closer together than ever when a fiend takes to bashing in the skulls of Dr. Austen's colleagues. Tommy collides with the murderer in a dark hallway and feels the monster up well enough to figure out who it is. But, alas, Tommy's feeling skills are on the wrong side of the gap from his chatting skills, and he can't tell Clare who it was he had a hold of. Clare begins a series of lab sessions to pry the secret from the recalcitrant lobe. The sessions are so many and so long and there are so many terrifyingly close encounters with the crazed killer that the exhausted experimenters fall victim to their mutual, unscientific lust. Clare's boyfriend pouts, Tommy's wife sulks, but they must take a backseat to research. The murderer is closing in....Four times as long as it needs to be unless one is vitally interested in the details and variations of testing as they are applied to cerebro-cortical cross talk, in which case it's probably a rouser. Palindromes teem. Goodness knows why.