(2008) This story goes into the current day issue of identity theft, when a serial killer uses other innocent people's identities to cover his track and to lay the blame for his series of murders and crimes. Pretty good and I really like that Rhyme uses his assemblage of crime fighters to pull together his insights into solving the crime despite his infirmities.KIRKUS REVIEWIt's a must-solve case for quadriplegic criminalist Lincoln Rhyme when his cousin is arrested for murder.The evidence seems incontrovertible. Arthur Rhyme came over to Alice Sanderson's apartment�leaving generous amounts of trace evidence from his home and DNA traces from his person¥then attacked and killed her; stole a prized painting she'd just purchased; and left, obligingly depositing trace evidence from the crime scene back home. But since Rhyme can't believe that his cousin killed anyone, he's forced to conclude that there's been an elaborate frame-up by someone who may well have done the same thing before. Fans of the serial-killer specialist (The Cold Moon, 2006, etc.) won't be surprised when Rhyme, his partner Amelia Sachs and the rest of the NYPD crew he's hastily cobbled together turn up two well-nigh identical crimes that exonerate Arthur to their satisfaction, even though he continues to languish in a lockup that seems to get more dangerous by the hour. A rare slip by the elusive killer leaves Rhyme with a bag of material he'd been on his way to plant at the home of still another innocent suspect. The big catch here is a Post-It note that sends Rhyme and company to Strategic Systems Datacorp, which collects and resells data, mountains of data, on every American it can. Deciding that the perp knows so much about the patsies he sets up, from their shoe sizes to their favorite brands of underwear, that he must have some connection to SSD, Rhyme commences collecting data on the data collectors. The ensuing investigation, which bogs down amid factitious thrills and the faceless geeks at SSD, feels like the work of a ghostwriter who knows the formula and uses the right names but lacks Deaver's customary brio and fiendish ingenuity.On the plus side, the master criminal, instantly forgettable on his own terms, will tap into many paranoid readers' twin bogeymen: identity theft and government surveillance.Pub Date: June 1st, 2008ISBN: 978-1-4165-4997-0Page count: 432pp

I guess I lead too sheltered a life. My wife grabbed this one for me thinking the identity crime theme would be interesting to me. Neither of us connected it to the movie The Bone Collector we'd seen some years ago. It's a series, who knew? Ok, everybody but me likely :-)

All that aside, I can see why it's sucessful enough to have made it to it's eighth sequel.

This one has good guys (and gals) worth cheering for, bad guys worth hating, and evil plans that actually were novel and chilling. Heck, I didn't even figure out who dun nit until way too late in the book.

An enjoyable example of the genre. ( )

El regreso de Lincoln Rhyme, el criminologo tetraplejico que protagonizo El coleccionista de huesos... Varias cuentas de correo electronico, tu perfil en Facebook, paginas de Twitter e Instagram, tus fotos en Flickr Y si alguien fuera capaz de recopilar toda la informacion que vas volcando en la red? Y si ese alguien estuviera dispuesto a utilizarla para colarse en tu casa y convertirte en una victima mas de su locura o incluso a hacer de ti el culpable perfecto? Cuando su primo Arthur es acusado de matar a una mujer, Lincoln Rhyme decide que ni el mas inutil de los asesinos dejaria tantos rastros. Ayudado por la detective Amelia Sachs, el criminalista tetraplejico se dispone a jugar una mortal partida de ajedrez contra un rival invisible, que ademas puede anticipar cada uno de sus movimientos.

Tons of good stuff about analytics(current fascination), and I never guessed the villain. Hell of a book. ( )

Even more twists and turns than usual! Excellent interlinking of stories ( )