It's a well written, engrossing psychologically themed police procedural with off kilter characters, sociological comments. Doug Ray Scott does get tiresome as the boozing, drug taking, rageful cop, and loses all empathy as a character very quickly. It all builds up to the end, and that's where the author's self indulgence jumps the shark. John Simm's sudden voluntary appearance as the killer is so obviously a plot device for the author to ramble on about trauma and it's after affects.
Once again the serial killer is exalted above his true station: an efficient killer whose motives are irrelevant, because they are so mundane. Sociopathy is a disease not worthy of the cult like reverence the fiction writers have elevated it to.
Once again the serial killer is exalted above his true station: an efficient killer whose motives are irrelevant, because they are so mundane. Sociopathy is a disease not worthy of the cult like reverence the fiction writers have elevated it to.