I really enjoyed the mystery with horror elements. And Joel Leslie, the narrator, did a great job. But I found Seneca to be obnoxious and off putting. I usually appreciate Winters’ blend of humor and flirting but this time around it was out of control. Seneca seems to have only one register and it’s sexual harassment. Even when trapped in the mind of a serial killer, all he can seem to do is demand to make out. It’s gets better when we finally get some back story, but by the time that happens more than halfway through the book, I was out of patience with him. Maybe it needed to be clearer that Chevy actually enjoyed the flirting despite what he claimed or Seneca needed a few more redeeming qualities, like being able to focus on his job instead of being a walking, talking erection, but I found him nearly unbearable.