I Wanted To Murder For My Own Satisfaction

"I awoke one morning to unexpected omnipotence, though I did not know what to do with it."

A note arrives one chill October morning for DI Buchan, the writer taking credit for a series of deaths around the country, none of which have been recorded as murder. It seems spurious, a macabre joke, yet there's something about it that makes Buchan's blood run cold.

A week later it begins. A corpse in a park, a body horribly mutilated. And soon a note arrives for Buchan's attention: "I confess, I did this without reason. I wanted to murder for my own satisfaction..."

An indiscriminate killer. Crime without motive. Potential victims beyond counting. Murder without end. The seventh book in the series takes DI Buchan and the team in a new direction, as a terrifying, brutal serial killer haunts the streets of the old city...