Five years. That's how long Jeffrey Meyer has been hunting Paul Conroe through a world that's quietly gone insane. Now, in the neon-sick glare of a future that's more nightmare than promise, Meyer finally has his target in sight inside a seedy tavern reeking of cheap liquor and cheaper morals. But getting close enough to kill Conroe means navigating a landscape of body farms, illegal vivisection, and doctors who've forgotten the difference between medicine and monsters. Nourse builds his debut novel as a pressure cooker: each page tightens the screw as Meyer's obsession curdles from purpose into something darker, something that might need Conroe dead more than it needs to be justified. A mysterious girl complicates his plans, but she's just another variable in an equation that's consumed his entire life. This is 1950s science fiction at its most brutal and psychological, a novel that understands obsession isn't a road to redemption but a tunnel with no exit lights. For readers who want their SF spiked with genuine dread and their revenge stories uncomfortably human.
