In the final hours of December 31, 1999, the Washington, D.C., police are called in to investigate a horrifying mass murder and must try to prevent further killings, and their only clue is a ticking clock. 150,000 first printing. Tour.
Thriller readers can always count on getting extra value from Jeffery Deaver--strong plots, fascinating research, believable characters and plenty of surprise endings. Like in
The Terminator, the bad guys in
The Devil's Teardrop just won't quit and they create enough havoc in the last 50 pages to fill a whole new book.
Although Deaver's brilliant, wheelchair-bound forensic expert Lincoln Rhyme makes a guest appearance, the muscular scientist in charge here is Parker Kincaid--an expert in document analysis who'd much rather be checking the authenticity of letters from Thomas Jefferson than figuring out when a crazed shooter known as the Digger will strike again. But it's New Year's Eve, 1999, and the Digger has begun a reign of terror--promising to shoot into crowds in Washington DC every four hours until he's paid US$20million. As Kincaid searches an odd ransom note for clues (and tries to maintain a low profile so that his vindictive ex-wife won't get custody of his young kids), we get to know the Digger better. He is a frighteningly invisible character with serious brain damage, who methodically obeys a set of instructions from an unknown handler. We also learn many amazing facts about paper, ink, and handwriting analysis, and watch as a relationship slowly and reluctantly develops between Kincaid and the FBI agent in charge. All this as the devious Deaver leads us down several garden paths overflowing with dead bodies. --Dick Adler
