There are many bizarre and terrible ways to die. Seattle
Homicide Detective J.P. Beaumont thought he had seen them all-until
he saw this body, its wounds, and the murder weapon: an elegant
woman''s shoe, its stiletto heel gruesomely caked with blood. The
evidence is shocking and unsettling, even for a man who prowls the
shadows for a living, for it suggests that savagery is not the
exclusive domain of the predatory male. And the scent of a stylish
killer is pulling Beaumont into a world of drugs, corruption, and
murder to view close-up a cinematic dream at its most nightmarish .
. . and lethal.