Ringman

Every woman on Jason McClure’s laptop is wearing the same distinctive ring. Jason is dead. The photograph stuffed in his mouth suggests someone was keeping score.

Jason McClure liked expensive things.

Cars. Hotels. Women.

Especially women.

Charming, wealthy, and spectacularly good at getting what he wanted, Jason left behind an impressive collection of people with reasons to dislike him.

Then someone leaves him in a dumpster.

Criminologist Camile Brennan is brought in to help Dallas police determine which grievance finally became a motive.

Camile is intelligent, successful, attractive, and—if we’re listing relevant qualifications—something of a narcissist herself.

She recognizes the type.

Then she finds the photographs.

Different women.

Same ring.

Again and again.

Suddenly Jason’s romantic history looks less like a collection of bad decisions and more like a system.

Which would be easier to untangle if Camile’s fiancé hadn’t just replaced her with a younger woman, her former flame weren’t helping run the investigation, and her deeply strange cousin hadn’t arrived to stay with her at exactly the wrong time.

Thankfully, murder is proving to be a welcome distraction.

Jason collected women. Now Camile needs to know who was collecting evidence.

Ringman is a sharp psychological crime thriller about a murdered sociopath, the women he left behind, and a criminologist whose personal life is only marginally less complicated than her suspect list.