We gave it a B-
Quadriplegic investigator Lincoln Rhyme and his colleagues face off against the Watchmaker, a serial killer who leaves ticking clocks beside his victims.
So many choices, but probably this one: ”The perp rigged this iron bar — weighs maybe seventy-five pounds — above his neck. The vic has to hold it up to keep from getting his throat crushed.”
The windup is sensational, but Deaver throws in too many preposterous, late-in-the-game twists.