Easy to read thriller that I gobbled down in a day, notable for the fact that (for once!) the creepy serial killer is a woman. The relationship between Gretchen Lowell and Archie Sheridan is a complicated one - he was the detective tracking her down, before she captured and tortured him, and even released from her clutches Stockholm Syndrome abounds. That central relationship is both the best and worst part of the book. Gretchen is so clever, and so manipulative, and so flat-out creepy that, much like Hannibal Lecter, every page she's on is compelling. But I end up wanting to smack Archie across the face (even though he'd probably enjoy it) and tell him to get his arse to therapy because I'm just not really buying this weird twisted love he seems to have for her.