They thought they’d conquered him, thought they’d put him out of commission, thought they were rid of him forever. Him, the most diabolical criminal mind the world has ever known. Him, the serial killer who made all those before him look like choirboys. Well, they were wrong. All of them. Far from being done, he’d discovered a challenge nearly as exciting as was his hobby withering the souls of men.

Randolph Dorfman couldn’t remember a time when he hadn’t wanted to be a FBI Agent. Not a badge toting, gun wielding street agent either. He could have signed up for any number of law enforcement possibilities for that. No, he wanted a position which allowed him to study the thoughts and actions of the criminal mind putting him in a position to out think and out maneuver future actions. Never had he considered that such a position would land him in a deadly game of cat and mouse, pitting him thought for thought with possibly thy most diabolical serial killer the world has ever known. But it had, with serious consequences to his marriage, his freedom, his friends, and his very life. If he is to survive, theirs is a contest he can’t afford to lose.