If you’re looking for a book about Grateful Dead fans, this is not it. But if you want to continue following the increasingly strange adventures of the female serial killer Rhiannon Lewis, this is book three in the series. Still engaging, still very funny, still bloody as hell. And what would you have done if a sadistic killer had handcuffed you while they went about looking to murder some children? Probably not the solution Rhiannon came up with. If anyone is wondering why I’m not getting any work done, or answering emails, blame the author C.J. Skuse.