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Title:
The butcher / Jennifer Hillier.
ISBN:
9781476734217

9781476734231
Edition:
First Gallery Books hardcover edition.
Publication Information:
New York : Gallery Books, 2014.
Physical Description:
344 pages ; 24 cm
Abstract:
"From the author of the acclaimed suspense novels Creep and Freak and whom Jeffery Deaver has praised as a "top of the line thriller writer," The Butcher is a high-octane novel about lethal secrets that refuse to die--until they kill again. A rash of grisly serial murders plagued Seattle until the infamous "Beacon Hill Butcher" was finally hunted down and killed by police chief Edward Shank in 1985. Now, some thirty years later, Shank, retired and widowed, is giving up his large rambling Victorian house to his grandson Matt, whom he helped raise. Settling back into his childhood home and doing some renovations in the backyard to make the house feel like his own, Matt, a young up-and-coming chef and restaurateur, stumbles upon a locked crate he's never seen before. Curious, he picks the padlock and makes a discovery so gruesome it will forever haunt him... Faced with this deep dark family secret, Matt must decide whether to keep what he knows buried in the past, go to the police, or take matters into his own hands. Meanwhile Matt's girlfriend, Sam, has always suspected that her mother was murdered by the Beacon Hill Butcher--two years after the supposed Butcher was gunned down. As she pursues leads that will prove her right, Sam heads right into the path of Matt's terrible secret. A thriller with taut, fast-paced suspense, and twists around every corner, The Butcher will keep you guessing until the bitter, bloody end"-- Provided by publisher.
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Summary

Summary

From the author of the acclaimed suspense novels Creep and Freak and whom Jeffery Deaver has praised as a "top of the line thriller writer," The Butcher is a high-octane novel about lethal secrets that refuse to die--until they kill again.

A rash of grisly serial murders plagued Seattle until the infamous "Beacon Hill Butcher" was finally hunted down and killed by police chief Edward Shank in 1985. Now, some thirty years later, Shank, retired and widowed, is giving up his large rambling Victorian house to his grandson Matt, whom he helped raise.

Settling back into his childhood home and doing some renovations in the backyard to make the house feel like his own, Matt, a young up-and-coming chef and restaurateur, stumbles upon a locked crate he's never seen before. Curious, he picks the padlock and makes a discovery so gruesome it will forever haunt him... Faced with this deep dark family secret, Matt must decide whether to keep what he knows buried in the past, go to the police, or take matters into his own hands.

Meanwhile Matt's girlfriend, Sam, has always suspected that her mother was murdered by the Beacon Hill Butcher--two years after the supposed Butcher was gunned down. As she pursues leads that will prove her right, Sam heads right into the path of Matt's terrible secret.

A thriller with taut, fast-paced suspense, and twists around every corner, The Butcher will keep you guessing until the bitter, bloody end.


Reviews 2

Publisher's Weekly Review

Hillier (Freak) squanders an intriguing premise with poor plotting and lackluster characterization in this disappointing psychological thriller. In 1985, Capt. Edward Shank of the Seattle PD made his reputation by apprehending the Beacon Hill Butcher, a serial killer who terrorized the Pacific Northwest. In the present, soon after Shank's grandson, Matthew, discovers highly unsettling evidence regarding the case among the retired police chief's papers, the murders resume. Hillier trots out a series of disturbing crimes-rape, dismemberment, incest, sodomy-but her writing fails to get any horror across. The killer, meanwhile, remains a concept rather than a well-rounded character. Sluggish pacing undermines the suspense, while much of the novel focuses on an entirely predictable love triangle and a subplot about Matthew's reality TV ambitions. Although the high body count and the gore may attract some readers, the story fails to deliver on its initial promise. Agent: Victoria Skurnick, Levine Greenberg. (July) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved.


Library Journal Review

Family secrets take center stage in this serial killer mystery. Matt Shank is a brilliant young restaurateur, and his girlfriend Sam is a true crime author who is writing a book about the Butcher, a serial killer gunned down years ago. The police chief who killed the Butcher is Matt's grandfather Edward, who's now retired. As Sam draws close to the truth and Matt discovers more than he wanted to know, the Butcher kills again. Hillier's (Creep) latest is well narrated by Dan John Miller, who provides terrific voices for the male characters, particularly Edward. Verdict Since most of the murders take place off the page, this will appeal to listeners who enjoy a little less gore and a little more psychology in their thrillers.-Janet Martin, Southern Pines P.L., NC (c) Copyright 2015. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.


Excerpts

Excerpts

The Butcher APRIL 25, 1985 It had once been a lovely apartment building, but the crackheads had changed all that. Graffiti covered the old brick walls and the front doors were badly in need of a new coat of paint. Most of the windows--the ones that weren't broken--had mismatched bedsheets as curtains, and the courtyard in front of the building looked and smelled like a garbage dump. The light Seattle rain drizzled down steadily, covering Captain Edward Shank's face with a fine mist that felt good. Twenty feet away from the apartment's entrance, he stood still in the dark, feeling secure, if a little warm, under the weight of the Kevlar vest hugging his torso. Several other police officers flanked him on either side, and though they weren't touching, he could feel the tension in their bodies cutting through the cool night air. He spoke to them in a low, commanding voice and gripped his weapon tighter. "Nobody moves till I move." The only light in the area was weak and yellow, seeping from a bare bulb over the doorway to the building. A striped cat with missing patches of fur moved quietly through the shadows and into the walkway light, pausing to sniff the air. The front door to the apartment building opened and the cat scampered away. A middle-aged man, potbellied and wearing a too-tight wifebeater-style tank top and a pair of saggy denim shorts, stepped out. Edward Shank moved forward, aiming his weapon at the man's chest. "Rufus Wedge!" His voice, strong and authoritative, carried easily into the quiet night. "This is Captain Edward Shank from the Seattle Police Department. Don't move. You're under arrest. Get on your knees and place your hands in the air." Startled, Wedge turned in the direction of Edward's voice. His left hand crept toward his back pocket. Without hesitation, Edward fired. So did the four other police officers beside him. The gunfire propelled Rufus Wedge backward. The man hit the door hard before slumping to the ground, bright spots of blood immediately appearing in several places across his torso, stark against the white cotton of his shirt. The man's grizzled jaw went slack, the few stray hairs from his comb-over falling across his pink, shiny forehead in moist wisps. As the light went out of his eyes, the dull yellow bulb above him cast a golden, almost angelic glow on his face. An interesting contradiction. Edward almost felt guilty. Almost. "We got him, Captain," someone said. Edward recognized the voice but didn't turn to look. He couldn't bring himself to take his eyes off Rufus Wedge, so he nodded without averting his gaze. "We finally nailed the Butcher. Thank fucking Christ." From somewhere in the dark, the striped cat yowled. The officers around Edward rushed forward to check the man's vitals, as was protocol, guns still drawn. Their captain stayed behind, unmoving, under the cover of the darkness, his eyes fixed on Wedge's dead body. Rufus Wedge, otherwise known as the Beacon Hill Butcher, had been the most wanted man in the Pacific Northwest for a long time. The manhunt was now over. Holstering his weapon, Edward let out a long, slow breath. Wiping his brow, slick from the rain, he stepped forward into the light toward the dead man. Wedge stared up at him with blank, glossy eyes. "No more now," Edward said quietly. He wasn't speaking to anyone in particular, except maybe himself. "No more." Excerpted from The Butcher by Jennifer Hillier All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.