She looked out the window , into Central Park . The slim young man sensed immediately that something was up . " I'll go make coffee . Or toast . Or something . " He vanished , closing the door behind him . So what was this ?
This is a story told from Mitchell's point of view. This is Book 3.5 in The Parker Harris Series.
In the aftermath of two brutal New York City murders, quadriplegic detective Lincoln Rhyme and his team work doggedly to prevent additional killings by a time-obsessed serial murderer, while Amelia Sachs tackles her first solitary homicide ...
He made a point of rising, with a sigh, and filling his mug with more whiskey. He sat down again. His coffee remained untouched. He channel-surfed some more. “Can I ask you something?” “I can stop you?” he muttered.
On a frigid December night, an eerie pattern emerges from two equally brutal murder scenes, where a killer's calling card is a moon-faced clock that seemingly ticked away the victims' last moments.
Lincoln Rhyme, the quadriplegic detective made famous in The Bone Collector is back in a thriller from the masterful Jeffery Deaver.
The Cold Moon: A Lincoln Rhyme Novel