This is a novel about a serial killer who thinks of himself as the specialist. He mostly kills young female cyclists in Tasmania and Victoria Island. The main character is a young woman named Kirsten whose sister Emma was killed by the monster. It gets more confusing when during the course of her spelunking she finds her sisters ring. The suspense in the novel is who the specialist is. Is it Teugue Kendall a writer who seems to good to be true, or is it Dr. Ralph Stafford a psychiatrist who solves peoples problems? The novel got me thinking about societies fascination with serial killers. Even though we hate and abhor them we still treat them like celebrities. Why are we fascinated with these inhuman monsters? Maybe it is our love of evil even as we fear it. Maybe because by removing any morals from their lives these monsters show us the darker parts of ourselves while reminding us why we need morals. Serial killers represent somewhat that is so evil that it seems exotic. But in truth these twisted creatures can not be understood but must be brought to justice.