Quadriplegic investigator Lincoln Rhyme and his colleagues face off against the Watchmaker, a serial killer who leaves ticking clocks beside his victims.
Body Count
Six.
Worst Death
So many choices, but probably this one: ''The perp rigged this iron
bar — weighs maybe seventy-five pounds — above his neck. The vic has to hold
it up to keep from getting his throat crushed.''
Lowdown
The windup is sensational, but Deaver throws in too many preposterous,
late-in-the-game twists.
