I'm a man who has two sides. The first side is sarcastic, devious, and self assured. That side can't be rattled. But then there's my dark side, the side that kills.
The police are desperate to find 'The Silent Butcher' who's killing people across Hollywood. The Silent Butcher is the name they've given my dark side, the side that kills for comfort.
Yet, here I am, playing myself on a stage for the world to see. They'll never suspect that the man playing the killer is actually the killer they're hunting.
Irony at its very best - Desmond.
A serial killer who's an actor playing himself on television. As far as covers go, that's a pretty good one, and having an investigating detective on set for accuracy doesn't hurt either. Think Dexter with flair and a bit more specificity where victims are concerned. Desmond is charismatic, sexy, a smooth talker, and a ladies man - and he knows it. He's incredibly arrogant, which makes for some interesting time inside his head. The point of view goes back and forth between Desmond and Detective Samantha Holloway, and things move at a rapid clip as the Silent Butcher claims another victim. This is a book about a serial killer, so it certainly has its dark moments, but there's an interesting contrast between that and lighter, even humorous scenes as Desmond interacts with others. Then we get an intriguing twist and cliffy, which definitely left me wanting more. I'll be interested to see where this story goes in the next part.