Ashes, Ashes

From page one, the chase is on and many will die. Unnecessarily. - Forensic psychiatrist, Ms Barrett Conyors knew that if Richard Glash werent manacled to his chair, he would kill her . . . [He] had likely imagined every detail of her murder and then obsessively sketched the scene hundreds of times. At forty-two Richard, whod spent all but four and a half years of his life locked away . . . had few interests, other than drawing and killing.