The legend of some serial killers simply refuses to die… if only their victims could be so lucky.
When a body is found—completely devoid of skin, dissolved in acid—a ring of finger bones cemented to the skull, Drake is floored.
For over a year he’s been telling the NYPD that the man he had killed, the man who had taken his partner’s life, wasn’t the real Skeleton King.
And yet nobody believed him.
Even now, with a new skeleton as proof, Drake is met with resistance.
A copycat killer, they say. A deranged fan of Peter Kellington, perhaps. But Drake knows differently. He knows that this is the work of the original Skeleton King, and he is driven to finally seek revenge for his dead partner.
Only, like before, he has no suspects.
Drake is on his own, trying to stop a sadistic murderer before he strikes again. Seeking answers, he turns to an unlikely ally to catch the Skeleton King once and for all: another serial killer that he put away during his time as an NYPD detective. But it doesn’t take long before Drake starts to wonder who’s asking the questions, and who’s providing the answers.
And if he can catch a killer with his sanity still intact.