"'Inspector Wilkins was not a religious man, but on the journey to Canterbury, he prayed. He prayed for a fingerprint, a stray fibre, a shoe print. He prayed for a witness. Just one reliable witness. He prayed for a clue of any kind...'" "The killer's modus operandi is the same in each instance: strangulation, always with a guitar string, pulled tight from behind until life is taken. And though the murders are happening up and down the country, there is one other similarity that Inspector Wilkins can't help noticing. Each and every victim is a psychotherapist." "Donald Dorricks is on a mission. Nine shrinks to go and his crusade is complete. Yet, after giving himself up and confessing to the killings, he still protests his innocence. And just as Inspector Wilkins struggles to catch the killer, Dorrick's wife Verine attempts to understand the reasoning behind the murders. Then as her husband's tale emerges, it reveals a past peppered with secrets from which Donald has never been able to escape. Until now."--BOOK JACKET.