Richart Kurtz has the typical surgeon’s deep-seated mania for control and right now, too many things are happening, none of which make sense.
His most recent patient, an undercover cop, has had his brain scrambled by a sniper’s bullet. Another patient is dying because an incompetent colleague made one mistake too many. A third patient got hit by a car after OD’ing on a new, unknown narcotic, and Steven Hayward and his wife, both drug dealers, were found dead in bed with their detached heads propped up on the kitchen counter.
Not that any of this is Kurtz’ business. Kurtz is a police surgeon but as everybody keeps reminding him, police surgeons aren’t cops. They’re surgeons.
Kurtz and police detective Lew Barent have solved three improbable murders at Easton Medical Center. These latest murders have nothing to do with Kurtz…until more patients overdose, more bodies start to appear and a Russian mobster warns him to mind his own business.
How does the Russian mob fit into things?
Who is doing what to whom?
Kurtz can’t resist asking questions, but the wrong questions asked of the wrong people could get him killed.