A serial killer continuing his spree. All of Michael Rhodes’ victims died the same way. But Michael Rhodes was dead. Wasn’t he? How could his grisly killings keep going? Was this the work of a copy cat?
Meanwhile, Ella never got her husband back after his brain transplant, which put her living with a total stranger now.
In the midst of a puzzling investigation, Wade contends with guilt of losing his partner, his anger on violent scumbags, and trying to stop a killer.
It was so obvious where this was going. We kind of all figured what was going on here—the guy had the brain of a killer, which was a captivating premise. Unfortunately, the story was taking a long time to get there with lengthy protocols, assumed suspects, toxicology reports, and, of course, the wife’s suspicions on the guy. It’s a pretty good read, but it’s certainly a long one. There was some good thrill, but it was a little predictable.
This was an okay read, but I
thought it be better.
Rating:
3 stars
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