You can see why in certain quarters, in hopeful whispers, Ablow is compared to Thomas Harris. It's in the crisp, clean prose; the sweeping cat-and-mouse games; and the cold analysis of the brilliant, broken minds that perpetrate murder and escape capture again and again. In Ablow's latest, forensic psychiatrist Frank Clevenger is on the trail of the Highway Killer -- a charmer with an M.D. on his wall and a straight razor in his boot. Though an entertaining duo, Clevenger and the murderer face off in some pretty preposterous ways, most notably by psychoanalyzing each other in the pages of The New York Times. Ablow is no Harris -- post-Hannibal, it can be argued that Harris is no Harris -- but Psychopath is a superior read. And for thirsty crime fans, that should be more than enough.