The Ritualist (Book 1): An edge of your seat serial killer thriller

He doesn't think he's a killer. He thinks he's saving them.

Every three years, the bodies appear in the churches of New York.

Religious symbols carved into the skin. The eyes removed — silver coins set in their place. Three victims in three days. Then the killer vanishes like he was never there at all.

The press calls him the Ritualist. Detective Vince Tanaka calls him the one that got away.

Vince had finally earned his way out — a new city, a new house, the FBI dream he'd chased since the night his own family was taken from him, and his wife and kids three thousand miles from the worst of what he'd seen. Then the phone rings. The Ritualist is back. And Vince has forty-eight hours to end it before the killer disappears for another three years.

But the deeper he digs, the less it holds together. A murderer who believes he's hunting demons, not people. A dead man in a maximum-security cell who carved a stranger's name into his own arms before the end. A trail that keeps bending, quietly, toward the people Vince loves most.

The Ritualist isn't working alone.

And the man behind him has been watching Vince for a very long time.