Chris Garcia

Of the real-life serial killers whose gruesome acts have been splashed across headlines, none has reached the mythical status of Jack the Ripper. In the Ripper's wake, terror swept through the streets of London's East End in the fall of 1888. As quickly as his nightmarish reign came, Saucy Jack vanished without a trace - leaving future generations to speculate upon his identity and whereabouts. He was diabolical in a way never seen before - a killer who taunted the police, came up with his own legendary monikers, and, ultimately, got away with his heinous crimes.

The acidly funny first book starring the subversive sleuth in one of the most successful mystery series of all time. Fletch is an investigative reporter whose methods are a little unorthodox. Currently he's living on the beach. He's taking more than a little flak from his editor. She doesn't appreciate his style. Or the expense account items he's racking up. Or his definition of the word "deadline". Or the divorce lawyers who keep showing up at the office. So when multimillionaire Alan Stanwyk offers Fletch the job of a lifetime, which could be worth a fortune, he's intrigued.

Retired detective Jack Shane is determined to prove he's still got what it takes. Five years after his face-off with the fierce Pentagram Killer, the grizzled cop is on the hunt for a copycat perp - one who's carving their victim's hands with bloody stars. Plagued by PTSD and strange hallucinations, his investigation uncovers an unreal truth - the murderer is a crazed werewolf. Jack's unsettling visions drive him into a tormented spiral, as he desperately tries to solve the crimes before a hired assassin executes the vicious culprit.