From Publishers Weekly
Of the few novelists who manage to combine the private eye and horror genres successfully, none does it better than Connolly. Here he gives his hapless hero, Charlie Parker, a man obsessed with the memory of the gruesome murders of his wife and daughter, a particularly disturbing case involving child predators and killers. It's a grim story, including the reappearance of a Parker foe, the sinister and probably supernatural Collector who is drawn to certain crimes from which he extracts keepsakes. Sanders has the right kind of vocal timbre to suggest Parker's tough–but–soul sick protagonist and the skill to give the gritty material a properly noir tone. As for the Collector, whom Connelly tells us tastes words like unfamiliar food, Sanders conjures up a raspy whisper that carries more than the hint of a distaste for life. It also contains an echo of Parker's voice, which follows the author's suggestion that the Collector may be a specter of the detective's imagination. In any case, the sound, like the novel itself, is as unnerving as a fever dream.
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From Booklist
Daniel Clay, a psychiatrist alleged to have worked with a child-abuse ring, is missing and presumed dead. His grown daughter, Rebecca, is being stalked by an ex-con whose own daughter is missing. Rebecca hires Portland, Maine, investigator Charlie Parker to protect her and dissuade her stalker, a former contract killer named Merrick who is intent on either finding his daughter or avenging her death. The case leads to a very dark chapter in Maine's rural history and to the still-operational remnants of a syndicate of highly organized child abusers. Connolly weaves elements of the supernatural into a disturbing, very dark tale. Parker is haunted by the specters of his late wife and daughter as well as an ephemeral embodiment of death who offers both advice and warnings as the detective ventures ever deeper into the darkness of the real world and his own soul. The disquieting subject, coupled with Connolly's dark, lyrical prose, will leave unshakable images lurking on the edge of the reader's consciousness.
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