Jeffrey Deaver fans are rejoicing as the acclaimed author has brought us a sequel to his best known and voraciously read thriller The Bone Collector. In that novel we were introduced to Lincoln Rhyme, our country’s best known forensic detective. He’s clever, intuitive, and persistent when it comes to solving the most puzzling of crimes. Rhyme’s mettle is tested in The Skin Collector.
There’s a killer on the loose in NYC, well, not literally on the loose because he prowls the underground passages in Soho, just south of Greenwich Village. These tunnels crisscross the neighborhood - at one time used for transporting goods they’re abandoned now and perfect for the use of a mad killer, Billy Haven.
Billy doesn’t violate his victims, flesh is of no interest to him; “...it was skin that Billy loved.” To test it he would pinch a girl’s skin between his thumb and forefinger, admiring the small peak of skin that is raised and then allowed to flatten back. The sight of this would make him smile. But, of course, this was before he tattooed his victim’s flesh with mysterious messages using a tattoo gun filled with poison. Death came slowly and painfully.
Eventually a connection is made between Billy and the Bone Collector, the infamous serial killer of a decade ago. Thus, Lincoln Rhyme and Amelia Sachs are drawn into the case. What follows is one shocker following another as Rhyme and the NYPD work against time to try to figure out where the killer will find his next victim and what in the world the seemingly indecipherable tattoos mean.
Readers won’t doubt that they’re in the hands of a multi award winning thriller writer, a master of the genre after just a few pages of The Skin Collector.
Enjoy!
- Gail Cooke
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