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A New York detective investigates the death of his daughter who was murdered while on her honeymoon in London.

New York detective Jacob Kanon has a daughter. A beautiful, talented daughter who is brutally murdered as she honeymoons in blissful ignorance. Soon after, the strangest of postcards arrives on the desk of Swedish art critic Dessie Larsson... Across Europe, couples are being ruthlessly butchered in deliberate acts of violence with no end in sight. The only clues, are picture postcards sent to seemingly random journalists by a narcissistic killer, heralding the next horrific crime. Seen from the joint perspective of both the hunted and the hunters, THE POSTCARD KILLINGS digs deep into the most frightening aspects of the human psyche, drawing Jacob and Dessie into a nightmare from which there might be no escape. As the narrative explodes with operatic ferocity, our protagonists find themselves with an impossible choice to make.—Anonymous

Grumpy New York detective Jacob Kanon refuses to respect foreign jurisdictions when his daughter and her husband are murdered on their London honeymoon, stage naked like a still-life. It proves the puzzling MO of a weekly series of murders, each in another European major city, each them predicted by a postcard sent to a local reporter with an appropriate but cryptic phrase, as turns out referring to a work of art in a local museum the staging refers to. Although officially just a foreigner without access, he can informally connect the dots with discrete help from some detectives and reporters faster then official channels can set up international collaboration. Comparing clues from everywhere, suspicion falls on the Dutch couple Pieter and Nienke Holl, but they fall victim themselves. They were seen with the American gap year couple Mac and Sylvia Randolph, who turn out to be Simon and Marina Haysmith, raised abusively by tycoon serial killer Simon senior, whom Jacob's divorced wife Valerie visits in jail, pretending to prepare a revision of his conviction. The duo's trail leads back to Baltic Russia for a bloody finale.—KGF Vissers