If you see him you will not know him. If you greet him, it may be too late. For every image you have of a murderer--he will defy it. And he will make you pay. . .
A woman haunted by a tragedy in her own past, homicide lieutenant "Bloody Mary" Cunningham now tracks an elusive killer who, like an apparition, materializes out of nothing, then escapes into the folds of night. The victims are all black, stabbed repeatedly, their lifeless fingers folded around a single cookie--black on the outside, white on the inside.
Mary knows she is not searching for just another loser with a knife. The man she is looking for is smart, a self-appointed judge, jury, and executioner who doles out brutally swift justice to racial sellouts, plotting murders with cool precision. But she can never guess the twisted history that is driving her suspect, or how his political connections will affect the case, or why she herself could be his next, perfect prey. . . .
A woman haunted by a tragedy in her own past, homicide lieutenant "Bloody Mary" Cunningham now tracks an elusive killer who, like an apparition, materializes out of nothing, then escapes into the folds of night. The victims are all black, stabbed repeatedly, their lifeless fingers folded around a single cookie--black on the outside, white on the inside.
Mary knows she is not searching for just another loser with a knife. The man she is looking for is smart, a self-appointed judge, jury, and executioner who doles out brutally swift justice to racial sellouts, plotting murders with cool precision. But she can never guess the twisted history that is driving her suspect, or how his political connections will affect the case, or why she herself could be his next, perfect prey. . . .
