The story told is logically inconsistent in several areas, and the inconsistencies ruin the book. At one point in the book, detective Jack Paris follows the killer's white BMW, but apparently makes no attempt to get the license plate number. Shortly afterward, Paris is voyeuristically window-peeping at "Pharaoh" and bit character Andrea Heller, but is unable to get a glimpse of "Pharaoh's" face. Does he do anything to catch "Pharaoh's" attention to make him look at the window? Of course not! This is one stupid cop--but he's supposed to have solved eighty-one percent of the homicides he's investigated. The superhuman strength and stealth attributed to "Saila" are entirely implausible and unexplained, and the way women keep throwing themselves at Paris boggles the mind, especially since he's described as rather ugly, and something of a loser. Montanari gets two stars for style, but no points for a very weak story.