A summer heatwave.
A cruel game.
An ice-cold heart.
You are told to forget everything you think you know about serial killers. Forget the films you’ve watched, the TV documentaries you’ve pored over, every killer thriller you’ve ever read. Wipe your mind. Begin again.
You are told to look around you. At that weird neighbor you had a bad feeling about, or the guy who passes your sitting-room window at the same time every day and always slips a sideways glance through the window, or maybe the one who cuts you up at the junction and glares like it’s your fault.
You probably wouldn’t call any one of those a killer just based on that stuff. Killer’s a harsh word and a cruel accusation and thankfully not many bear the accolade. But you are told you’d better be ready to believe that one of them might. Because it’ll never be who you think it is.
Detective Cass Fletcher knows all this. She knows never to stereotype the criminal mind, knows how foolish that would be. So why is it then that despite her experience and training, she feels so utterly unprepared to sit across the table from the first serial killer she’s ever looked directly in the eye?
NOT THE TYPE is a standalone novella based on the Hoskins & Fletcher crime series