A student nurse has the shock of her life when she discovers her patient, prosecutor Derek Nicholson, brutally murdered in his bed. The act seems senseless – Nicholson was terminally ill with only weeks to live. But what most shocks Detective Robert Hunter is the calling card the killer left behind.
BOOM!!!! You’re immediately thrusted into a heart-racing, sweaty palms, page-turning opening chapter. Just how I like it! This fourth book in the Detective Robert Hunter series doesn’t disappoint. Yes it’s got the authors usual cliche’s, the description of Hunter, and attractive women (which I just roll my eyes at), lines such as “the blood in his veins warmed…” ugh, the blood is already warm in the veins, the continuous use of the word “evil” which I despise… But other than the usual quirks that I’ve grown accustomed too, I really bloody enjoyed this one. I think it would have to be my favourite serial killer so far. And I actually didn’t see it coming! One issue I did have with the story, was the ‘sculpture’ aspect. For me, it didn’t feel descriptive enough, as in I couldn’t quite imagine the scene, however I felt that there was too much wordage. I know, that doesn’t entirely make sense. But when I would come across that part, i would read it once and think hang on, and have to re-read that part and not come away with a clear image. I have to give the author credit where credit’s due though, was a deliciously gory killer. If your weak stomached, enter at your own risk! I’m also wondering, is Hunter going to get a romantic partner anytime soon? Guess I’ll have to wait and see!
Bring on the next one in the series I say!
I rated The Death Sculptor: 4/5