Sam is desperately trying to find a young girl, the victim of a kidnapping. The upper echelon of the police think it is an isolated event, but Sam thinks it is the work of a serial-killer. He believes her disappearance is linked to other cases of missing girls. Of course the upper echelon is also unaware of his personal interest in the case, and his private investigations into the crimes.
Sam happens upon a coincidence, well at least he thinks he does, which leads him to the killer. Enter Molly, the face with many names, and the other person who thinks she has found the killer.
I have to admit to being of two minds about this book. At times I thought it was incredibly clever and then at other times it seemed overly complicated. Perhaps because it swayed between moments where you have to strain the grey cells to keep up and then others that were a wee bit unbelievable.
Readers will get to the point of ‘who the heck is the killer?’ Then change their minds and ultimately start doubting everyone. After the whole Sam interviews Molly and vice versa debacle I felt like having a stiff drink, and I don’t even drink.
Dahl thinks outside of the box. He isn’t afraid to challenge the reader or himself for that matter. It has a noir feel to it, and Dahl certainly believes in the darker the better.