Thriller story starts or should I say startle the reader in Paris – city of romance.
It bears strange resemblance to the real life ‘killer of florence’ who always killed couples. Couples, as in, newly married couples and leaves them naked to depict art – type of art unheard of. Enter Mr. Jacob Kanon, a grumpy NYPD detective. He is obviously not on a sightseeing tour of Europe. He goes to the most beautiful cities of Europe to look for the most gruesome killers he has ever investigated. There is an emotional attachment to the whole drama – his daughter is killed by these maniacs. Why would you otherwise, a NYPD officer will be looking for murderers and helping European police officers’ work pro bono. He checks out each museum, each cathedral, and each cafe through the eyes of his daughter’s killer.
Little connects the murders, other than a postcard to the local newspaper that precedes each new victim. Now Kanon teams up with the Swedish reporter, Dessie Larsson, who has just received a postcard in Stockholm–and they think they know where the next victims will be. With relentless logic (they never go wrong actually – surprising !) and unstoppable action, The Postcard Killers may be elusive till the very end but they are caught at last. Organizing the Interpol (admin work :)) takes up quarter of the work for Jacob Kanon. while the other half – in which he and the girl Swedish reporter, Dessie Larsson, go about searching for the killers ,clue by clue, is very interesting. Once they start collecting clues to the killing and start closing on the killers , it becomes difficult to keep the novel aside even for a second. I would give a 3.75 out of 5. Last but not the least, I have one comment (rather compliment :)) for James Patterson
The killing is simply marvelous!