The first body is in Singapore, on a bed in an empty suite in the Marriott Hotel. The second is in Bangkok, in a seedy apartment close to the American embassy. Both women. Both Americans. Both beaten viciously, shot in the head, stripped naked, and lewdly displayed.
The FBI says it’s terrorism, but the whispers on the street tell a different story. They say a serial killer is stalking American women across Asia.
Inspector Samuel Tay of Singapore CID is something of a reluctant policeman. He’s a little overweight, a little lonely, a little cranky, and he smokes way too much. Thinking back, he can’t even remember why he became a detective in the first place. He thinks a lot about quitting, but he hasn’t. Because the thing is, he’s very, very good at what he does.
When the bodies of American women start turning up, CID gives the case to Tay. It’s high profile, and he’s the best they have. Then why is it, Tay soon begins to wonder, that nobody seems to want him to find the women’s killer? Not the FBI, not the American ambassador, not even his bosses at CID.
When international politics takes over a murder case, the truth is always the next victim.
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