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Summer, 2059. A man wearing a cape and a top hat approaches a prostitute on a dark, New York City street. Minutes later, the woman is dead. Left at the scene is a letter addressed to Lieutenant Eve Dallas, inviting her to play his game and unveil his identity. He signs it, "Jack."
Now Dallas is in pursuit of a murderer who knows as much about the history of serial killers as she does. He has studied the most notorious and the most vicious slaying in modern times. But he also wants to make his own mark. He has chosen his victim: Eve Dallas. And all Eve knows is that he plans to mimic the most infamous murderers of all starting with Jack the Ripper...
It is still the summer of 2059 and Eve has got herself a case. With each murder, this killer is imitating another famous killer. Jack the Ripper, Al DeSalvo, and Ted Bundy just for starters. If the murders are completely different, how does Eve know that they‚ ™re all being done by the same perpetrator? Because he leaves a note at the scene addressed to her. And all of Eve‚ ™s suspects are high profile people, which make snooping around to find the real killer extra difficult.
I rather liked the premise of this novel, especially as I do have an interest in murderers, serial killers etc and so it was interesting to see this delved into a little bit in this book. Throughout the book we also have Peabody studying, and ultimately taking the test for getting her Detective's badge and all the nerves etc that comes with such a big step.
I love the ending of the book, both Dalla's comments to the killer, the arrest and of course the end results with Peabody and her aim for promotion. While I didn't find the start and middle of the book anything amazing I did love the final couple of chapters.
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