What was supposed to be "A New Word For Terror" turns out to be a disjointed, convoluted hard boiled detective story. There was to many plot points that are introduced, then we move onto the next one. Such as kirlian photography. This comes up, then thrown out. A psychic comes in to solve a missing girl case. She doesn't solve it and off to The Netherlands she goes. We also get incest, salivating killer dogs and countless talk of investigation of a triple murder that this book revoles around but is easily forgotten from time to time. The back cover states"There Are Some Doors That Should Never, Ever Be Open." More like, "Some Books Should Never Be Read."
If I wanted a misogynistic detective that is attracted to a sexually confident women who is apart of his case I would read the next book in the Dresden files. I would at least enjoy that more than this.