When he bought the Frankenstein monster mask at a Hollywood costume store, he didn’t choose it randomly. Given what he’d later be doing, he expected the media to be calling him the Frankenstein killer. Yeah, he had read Mary Shelley’s novel and knew the scientist was the one named Frankenstein and not his monster, but if he was caught on video wearing this mask it would solidify the nickname that he wanted. Not that he wanted to be caught on video, but just in case he was.
The fourth office he broke into was Morris Brick’s, and he found what he was looking for there. Most of the case files were for corporate accounts and wouldn’t be any good for the plan Sheila had devised, but there were seven files that would work just fine. Griffin made photocopies of these files, and returned the originals to Morris Brick’s office. Before he left the office, a framed photo of a very attractive woman and a young girl who had to be her equally very attractive daughter caught his eye. They must’ve been Brick’s wife and daughter. Before this was over he’d be including at least one of them in his plans.
“A dark and different serial killer novel that will haunt the reader
long after the book is closed.” —John Lutz on Deranged
L.A. detective Morris Brick has seen the face of evil. He has witnessed the grisly handiwork of a deranged sadist known as SCK—the Skull Cracker Killer. But Brick isn’t the only one watching. A crazed lunatic’s interest in the case has turned into a deadly obsession. This sicko vows to outdo SCK and reach new heights of macabre mayhem. The mounting body count is a personal challenge to Brick. But as he lays his trap, he can hardly imagine the evil he is about to face . . .
Praise for Deranged, the first Morris Brick thriller
“A fascinating and exciting blend of misdirection, topsy-turvy, and violence.”
—Reed Farrel Coleman
“Grisly fun. It’s James Ellroy meets Alfred Hitchcock on the psychotic side of the street.”
“Compelling, thrilling, and frightening.”—Vincent Zandri