In New York City, a homeless man with amnesia must unravel his past while a serial killer stalks the streets, in this taut thriller from the author of the Mongo Mysteries.
When he wakes up he remembers nothing, not even his own name. He doesn’t know why he’s squatting in Central Park or why he carries the human femur that earned him the nickname “Bone.” He has no idea what he’s done over the past year wandering the streets of Manhattan—or what came before.
Det. Lt. Perry Lightning suspects that Bone is the serial killer who’s been brutalizing the city’s homeless population. He also suspects Bone is playing games, pretending to have no knowledge of his life or his actions. But despite what the detective thinks, Bone doesn’t remember committing those horrific crimes.
With the help of a social worker named Anne and a street performer named Zulu, Bone attempts to discover the truth. But his pursuit of the past is about to take them deep into New York’s underground . . . where untold horrors await.
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Despite some hokey dialogue, bland prose, and a few wooden characters, Chesbro's ( The Cold Smell of Sacred Stone ) latest spine tingler delivers a few quivers. While the Human Resources ... Read full review
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