Okay let's get this out of the way first: there is no doubt that Shadow Man won't upstage Hannibal but their similarities just cannot be avoided. A highly-intelligent killer dogged by a female FBI agent with "personal baggage". But in Cody McFadyen's first novel he portrays his characters, especially Special Agent Smoky Barrett, in a far more authentic light.
The opening chapter ends with Barrett contemplating suicide:
...."This gives me something to think about for the next three or four hours. Being crazy, I mean. Tomorrow is the day, after all.
The day when I decide if I go back to work for the FBI or come home, put a gun in my mouth, and blow my brains out"
So why would a successful FBI serial-killer hunter find herself in this position? The answer is that a madman terrorized her family, killing both her husband and daughter before turning his knife on her. Although Barrett was able to shoot him dead, the destruction of her family has left her utterly violated. None of this is giving the plot away.
Throughout the ensuing therapy sessions, Barrett believes she is slowly coming to terms with her personal horror but not yet ready to return to work. But a sadistic killer has other plans and issues her a personal message: a videotape of his latest hideous crime. One in which he leaves a child motherless by such a repugnant act of brutality that it leaves her mute. The gauntlet has been thrown down and Smoky Barrett accepts, waking the old Barrett -- the one who hunted killers for a living. But first she must face her old FBI buddies, a daunting task in itself.
There is a suggestion that Smoky's inner steel is slowly returning even if she seems to be forever misting over. But the killer is like no other she has hunted; and soon he claims more victims, all very close to home: a fellow agent, a woman and a mother.
Just how much more can Smoky take?
Much of the novel's plot is driven by Smoky's need to find the killer, as much for her own sanity as in catching him, and is handled well with some unexpected twists and turns. McFadyen has drawn Barrett her fellow FBI members tenderly and intricately.
The identity of the killer shouldn't come as too much of a surprise; it's rather elementary my dear Smokey. But the revelation is made all the more dramatic by almost allowing history to repeat itself.