daniel norrish

When your lover texts you, how do you know it's really them tapping on the phone's keypad?
How can you be sure it's your trusted partner asking you to dinner, or the movies, or into someone else's home?
Caller ID means nothing and a text message is only a handful of anonymous words while he's watching his next victims. 

HE'S STEALING MOBILE PHONES AND USING THE DEVICES TO LURE INNOCENT LOVERS INTO VIOLENT PUBLIC SNARES AROUND THE TOURIST HAUNTS OF SYDNEY.

Detective Inspector Stephanie Saxon is getting closer to finding him, and even the media can see that she'll be the one to break down his door. 
The stalker Saxon is desperately chasing knows where she lives, and whom she's sleeping with, and where he can find her family, 
but he does not know that she carries an unlicensed firearm on her ankle, and she's closer than he thinks.

Will Stephanie Saxon send him to an ice cold slab in the morgue, or the blistering, chained yard of the slammer for leaving behind all of these BODIES WE WON'T BURY?