"I've got a weird one, so naturally I thought of you," says Milo Sturgis, summoning his friend Alex to the trendy gallery where a promising young artist has been brutally garroted on the night of her first major showing. What makes it "a weird One" is the lack of any obvious motive, and the luridly careful staging of the murder scene-which immediately suggests to Alex not an impulsive crime of passion...but the meticulous and taunting modus operandi of a serial killer. Alex's suspicion is bourne out when he compares notes with Milo's associate, Petra Conner, and her new partner, a strange, taciturn detective with a past of his own named Eric Stahl. The Hollywood cops are investigating the vicious death of a Baby Boy Lee, a noted blues guitarist, fatally stabbed after a late-night set at a local club. What links Baby Boy's murder with that of painter Juliet Kipper is the shadowy presence of an abrasive fanzine writer. This alias-shrouded critic's love-the-art/disdain-the-artist philosophy and his morbid fascination with the murders leads Alex and the detectives to suspect they're facing a new breed of celebrity stalker:one with a fetish for snuffing out rising stars. Tracking down the killer proves to be maddening, with the twisting trail leading from halfway houses to palatial mansions and from a college campus to the last place Alex ever expected to end up:the doorstep of his ex-lover Robin Castagna. Since their breakup Alex and Robin have been haunted by doubts and old longings, and now her business association with two of the vitims casts her as an unavoidable player in the unfolding case. And with the rising of Robin's own creative star, her role assumes a chilling new importance-as a prime target for the psycopath who's made cold-blooded murder his chosen art form.
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