Women are dying, not in an ordinary way; they are being torn apart by a vicious killer. It's not long before we find out who that is but when we do James Quint will stay in the memory. He kills for pleasure, he kills for 'art', he kills for the demonic voice in his head that luxuriates in blood.
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