Gallery Of The Dead - Chris Carter

‘Thirty-seven years in the force, and if I was allowed to choose just one thing to erase from my mind, what’s inside that room would be it.’

That’s what a LAPD Lieutenant tells Detectives Hunter and Garcia of the Ultra Violent Crimes Unit as they arrive at one of the most shocking crime scenes they have ever attended.

In a completely unexpected turn of events, the detectives find themselves joining forces with the FBI to track down a serial killer whose hunting ground sees no borders; a psychopath who loves what he does because to him murder is much more than just killing – it’s an art form.

Welcome to The Gallery of the Dead.

Another cracking spell bounding book that draws you in and makes you want to keep reading until you have finished. It packs a punch from the first page and doesn’t stop until you have finished. You continue reading because you have no idea what is going on or who the murderer is.

It is great to have Hunter and Garcia back, with lots of new crime scenes to solve and with help from the FBI, those who have always wanted Hunter but never got him. Lots of details you couldn’t expect to read, if you are squeamish then this is not the book for you, it seems to have stepped up another level from previous books. It is not just squeamish for the sake of it, it is squeamish because it fits the story.

A great ending and I as always cannot wait for the next one.

5 stars

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