Jack King is about to learn the truth behind the saying:
SEE NAPLES AND DIE…

Expert profiler Jack King is on the trail of Luciano Creed, a psychologist obsessed with the cases of five missing women. Jack is convinced Creed is not all he seems. Then the burnt bones of one of the women are uncovered on the foothills of Mount Vesuvius. Within days a serial killer's secret graveyard is laid bare. For the Carbinieri's newest detective, Sylvia Tomms, it's a tough first case and she calls on Jack's expertise.

But Naples is in the grip of the terrifying Camorra mob. And Jack and Sylvia soon discover just how dangerous hunting one killer can be - in a city where murder has become a way of life…

A menacing new thriller from the author of Spider, featuring FBI Profiler Jack King.

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Francesca Di Lauro had the kind of eyes you never forgot. Hypnotic, almost translucent. An indefinable shade between blue and green. More hologram than optic.

They were fixed on the man in front of her. Fixed very firmly on him as he watched her naked body. Francesca’s faultless skin and tumbling black hair were backlit by the golden flicker of a newly lit fire. The two of them were alone. Outside, in the pine-smelling woodland. No one to disturb them. Perfect privacy.

Only this was no romantic encounter. This was the worst moment of her life. The flames around Francesca’s feet crawled up the metal stake she’d been tied to. Wind tugged her hair and suddenly the jaws of an orange dragon were chewing her flesh. Francesca twisted hopelessly, the agonizing heat searching her paraffin-soaked skin.

He stood a few metres away, mesmerized by the slow murder, stroking himself pleasurably. His eyes fixed on the curtain of flames. This would take time. A deliciously long time.

Francesca had been tied with coils of wire around her fet, hands and neck. He’d learned from past mistakes.

Rope burned, then they tried to get away.He didn’t want any more messiness. No mistakes this time.

Bricks were stacked waist-high, all around her. A kiln to funnel heat up her body. Rags stuffed in her mouth and then bound around her face to choke off any screams. Though sometimes he like to hear them. Liked to hear the air leave their lungs for one last time.