And Then There Were Three...
A serial killer who calls himself "The Butler" is taunting Detective Spicer and his people with messages. All of his victims are posed in such a way as to appear to be sleeping and are clutching a red or a white rose. Now Spicer's squad is dwindling under the hands of the killer.
Spicer and his people can't figure out how the killer knows so much about them, including their names and what they're up to. He always seems to be one step ahead of them. If they can discover some things about him, maybe they can gain an advantage.
Spicer and other of his detectives go fishing and spend ample time with other leisure activities while a madman is on the loose. The remaining female detectives "partner" up with their male coworkers.
Watch for the unsuspected ending.
As in another of this author's books, there is extreme use of `for G--`s sake', and other variable uses of God's name. (and I don't mean in prayer). So much use of it and you'd think the characters knew Him personally! And that's my opinion...
