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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 near the American embassy. Both are Americans who were viciously beaten and shot in the head. Both women. Both stripped naked and lewdly displayed.
The FBI says it’s terrorism, but on the street the whispers tell a different story. They say a serial killer is stalking American women in Asia. Singapore CID assigns the case to Inspector Samuel Tay. It’s high profile, and he’s the best they have.
Tay 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 police detective in the first place. He often talks about quitting, but he hasn’t. Because the thing is, he’s very, very good at what he does.
Then why is it, Tay soon begins to wonder, that nobody seems to want him to find the killer? Not the American ambassador, not the FBI, not even his bosses at CID.
When international politics takes over a murder case, the truth becomes the next victim . . .
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