The women are stunning, sexy-and dead. Their bodies are adorned with extra-ordinary works of art, exquisitely painted lady butterflies. Twelve years ago a serial killer stalked L.A. Arrested, he died in prison. But now, suddenly, he strikes again. The LAPD is sure it's a copycat. Only Detective E.L. Nash thinks the wrong man paid for the kinky crimes. Caught up in his own personal crisis, he follows a twisted trail that leads from Sunset Strip to Malibu, from Palm Springs to the highest ranks of the LAPD itself. Nash is relentlessly drawn into a madman's mind-a mind driven to kill and kill again and trap him in a web of passion and deadly secrets.

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