Why am I reading thrillers at this late stage of life? I never read any until about a year ago and now I can't stop - even if they do give me nightmares. This is superbly crafted incredible rubbish. I read it in three nights, unable to put it down. I'd rate it the best Scarpetta novel with a dark undertow and a sense of doom more pervasive and gripping than the usual scary stuff. Beware - this one ends in tragedy.
Maybe it's me identifying with Kay Scarpetta - the tough cookie with the soft centre- that keeps me reading. I'm always looking for strong female leads and Scarpetta does not let us down. Or herself.