This is the third Jefferson Winter book, all stand alone.
Jefferson Winter is a
bedraggled unkempt former FBI profiler, who now freelances traveling the world hunting
serial killers. His long grey hair and bad taste in clothing mask a mind that
understands how serial killers minds works, why, because his works in the same
way.
Sam Galloway died slow, and
he died hard. His death was completely at odds with the way he lived, and
completely at odds with the sort of death he should have had.
The above first two sentences
had me, and the book thereafter didn’t disappoint. The mismatch of characters
works so well, the twists have your head spinning whist all the time rooting
for the good guys. The ends a cliff hanger.
Has Jefferson Winter taken on
too much this time?
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Reviewer: Nicky Cooper Brown
www.james-carol.com
Nicky Cooper Brown came
late to this game we call writing. Growing up, up North, she was always praised
for her talents with her hands, rather than her mind, she harboured an artistic
flair often drawing and painting into the night. It wasn't until she moved
south to the Beautiful picturesque New Forest that she took pen to paper so to
speak. Now Nicky enjoys writing short stories and articles and has a funny and
light hearted style, but when it comes to her novels she displays a darker side
and a taste for psychological thrillers.
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