Jake Cole was home for the fist time in twenty-eight years. He had come to see about helping his father, the famous painter Jacob Coleridge, who’d set himself afire in an Alzheimer-fueled accident. Most of his fingers were burned off, his face ruined on one side.
Jake had his own demons to deal with as well. Alcoholism, addiction, the pacemaker in his heart with a battery to jolt him when the organ ran to fast, to slow, the result of a lot of heroin before he got it under control. Some time in the past, there was four months completely lost, the result being the tats on his torso and arms. No memory at all of who did it, why, and how he’d paid for it. Experts had said it was five hundred hours of work.
And it was unusual that he had lost those four months. He had an eidetic memory, useful in his job as an independent contractor with the FBI. He was able to walk through a crime scene, remember it all, and virtually put himself in the mind of the perpetrator.
He’d left all those years ago for several reasons, chief that he didn’t like his cold father and, as he wandered through the house, he wondered just how bad the old man had gotten. Beer cans and old food containers everywhere. And the paintings. Thousands of them scattered throughout the house, small things, some with just a blob of color, some with a bit of something.
He wasn’t in town long before the local Sheriff called him in for some help on a case, the okay given by his handler with the Bureau.
Two bodies had been found in a home, a woman and a small boy, just a few years old. Nothing to identify them. And here was the thing.
They had been skinned!
A horrible case that had the small town law enforcement in a quandary. The next day another body turns up, one of the nurses that was helping his father at the hospital. Jake recognized a picture in the home right away. Jake remembered noting that she resembled his late mother.
Skinned as well!
His past was coming back to haunt him. When he was twelve, his mother had left late one night to get cigarettes and a bag of cookies for her Jakey. Her car was found hours later and a few hundred yards away, her skinned body! That was thirty-three years ago.
Jake is intent on solving this thing from the past, but he wanted his wife and three year old son out of town immediately. They’d come down to join him this same day.
You see, there was another killer bearing down on Long Island. A hurricane that would hit shore as a category 5 and the island was being evacuated.
This was a page turner, a bloody novel, one that I had a hard time putting down. Pobi paced it well. And every time I thought I might have a handle on the story, a bit of a twist gets thrown in.
If you don’t mind a novel that doesn’t stint on blood, but has compelling story telling, most highly recommended. It goes on sale tomorrow.