When the mutilated bodies of two sex-workers are found in Amsterdam, Chief Inspector van den Bergen must find a brutal murderer before the red-light-district erupts into panic.
Georgina McKenzie is conducting research into pornography among the UK’s most violent sex-offenders but once van den Bergen calls on her criminology expertise, she is only too happy to come running.
The rising death toll forces George and van den Bergen to navigate the labyrinthine worlds of Soho strip-club sleaze and trans-national human trafficking. And with the case growing ever more complicated, George must walk the halls of Broadmoor psychiatric hospital, seeking advice from the brilliant serial murderer, Dr. Silas Holm…
This is the second book in the series. Not having read The Girl Who Wouldn’t Die may have contributed to my initial difficulty in getting into the story. But I plodded on and became immersed in a harrowing tale involving mutilated bodies, gruesome murders, and terrifying characters.
I am in the minority when I say that True Detective Season 2 (TD2) is far more entertaining than season 1. I can understand where the hate for TD2 is coming from. It’s coming from the fact that it isn’t season 1. Every damning review is a comparison to the first season, which has a completely different storyline and cast of characters. It’s as if TD2 didn’t do anything right.
I have a monthly book blogging budget. I set aside a reasonable amount of money, enough to fund a hobby (bordering on addiction). It’s not much and if I really want to stretch the budget, I turn to e-book versions. I predict that I will eventually stop buying paperbacks for practical reasons.