How much you love me? A little game about love ...

On his first day of work at the beginning of winter, Inspector Mark Nelson, a PhD in psychology and specialized in conducting interrogations, joined the team of the famous John Mercer, who has just resumed its Service after two years of severe depression, and is facing a grueling particutièrement homicide case that seems dive team in a sensitive malaise.
The procedure of the killer is more or less similar to that of a serial killer singularly perverse that, after long and patient spied a couple sequestration and torture all night until one choose or die to save the man or woman he loves, or condemning his own half to survive. One out of two will remain alive at daybreak.
Skillfully written as short chapters marrying in turn the point of view of a particular character, story filling their history and their respective portrait progressively, in small steps carefully introduced to scramble or direct the reader (note the interesting parallel between the past tormented hero, Mark and the terrible choices imposed by the killer to his victims), the book by Steve Mosby reads more easily lets you literally sucked into the web of evil that killer to say the least ... devilish.
The story takes place twenty-four hours around the kidnapping of the couple Jodie / Scott and everything, even the titles of chapters, grants to increase the dramatic and psychological tension set up by the writer.
Steve Mosby mastered his art all the springs of the thriller are really used and treated effectively (misleading identities, twists, game of cat and mouse with investigators, with a special mention for battered in the forest under snow storm ... simply terrifying) and precisely from holding the reader in suspense at this point it happens to involve it fully in the investigation: Following this race against the infernal shows with investigators, we tremble, we analysis and wanders with them. In this sense the bet is largely successful though, despite the particular process killer, history, and especially its treatment, is altogether more effective than truly original.
Few scenes of violence but they are powerful enough to permanently mark an informed public, sleek designs and good quality, visual writing that works, suspense and tension throughout the novel, since it was frankly struggling to the book, it's a great thriller so much expected much more, in my opinion, and that the outcome may disappoint or frustrate.
For me, being really entered the plot, I expected more explanations and spectacular. Theater beatings, a thoroughly prepared throughout the book, another unexpected and downright forcing a breathless retrospection which is really cold in the back, suggested more grandiose for a final apotheosis which can ultimately leave the reader his hunger. The same killer character auait earned more depth, as well as that of John Mercer.
The book remains fiendishly successful: we try, we shiver, we are on our guard and tries to fit together all the pieces of the puzzle until Steve Mosby, only master of the game, we return the main room under the nose and we really nailed stupor.
Moreover, there are truly excellent passages on trauma victims and protective forgetfulness in which they took refuge on the progressive contamination, the unconscious thoughts of those who were tortured and left alive. The undermining and destruction of sentimental killer on its prey is really remarkably described (I think of dreamlike wanderings of Scott when he recounts his life). This is in my opinion one of the master strokes of this book.
An author to follow, in any case, very, very closely.