A framer. A portrait artist. A woman who worked in clay.
Three dead artists, and nobody has noticed they belong to the same man.
On her first case with the task force she gambled her career to join, FBI Agent Jane Cannon catches a homicide that won't sit right. The scene is swept clean. The body is arranged under a pool of light. A graphite pencil has been left behind like a signature.These aren't crime scenes. They're compositions.
Jane names him the Curator. He drugs his subjects, works slowly, and keeps a piece of each one. A toe. An eye. A length of flawless skin.
But the dead were never the point. What he wants is what he leaves behind — a young wife on the news, holding their baby, begging for a husband who won't come home. He took the husband so he could watch her break.
Now he wants her, too.
With nothing tying a quiet, forgettable man to a single body, Jane has to prove what she already knows. Before he finishes the piece he started.
Because he isn't killing to feed a hunger.
He's killing to be seen.
Genre: Mystery