From Amazon.com
"He sits in the woods holding her hand." This sentence is the first of many clever ploys that make this book a stand-out among serial-killer novels. You could say it's just one gimmick after another -- missing body parts, lipstick on corpses, sexual obsessions, implications of incest, reek of rotting flesh in a shabby motel room, small children trying pathetically to be brave -- and yet as shameless as Martin is, you'll give him credit for pulling it off with panache. I recommend that you try your darndest to figure out the mystery, too; the answer is deeply weird.
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From Publishers Weekly
Like Elmore Leonard, Martin ( The Crying Heart Tattoo ) favors seamy-side life where evil is abrupt, foreordained, explicable and unforgivable. Phil Jameson, a nut case, waits in a Virginia woods holding the hand of the 15-year-old hitchhiker he picked up in Maryland. When influential real estate developer Jonathan Gaetan and his wife Mary leave, Philip breaks into their house "to get what is his." Gradually, the reader catches on that the hitchhiker isn't there, just her hand is. The Gaetans return, and the next day Jonathan is found dead and sexually mutilated. Did Philip do it? Or Mary? Alone or in collusion? What connects Philip and the Gaetans, and, does Mary protect him because of the photos he stole from the house? Will Philip kidnap Penny, a child staying at the motel where he hides out, and if he does, will he harm her? Can deposed Detective Teddy Camel use this case to make a comeback? Only the last issue is a given in this violent, psychologically acute, grossly logical thriller with an amusing epilogue.
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