We noticed 1967’s Eye of the Sniper by Hal Kantor because of its premise, but it wasn’t quite what we expected. We knew there would be a serial killer, but not one who, using a rifle from a distance, makes victims only of women with whom he’s had sex. Pretty weird. Determined to nab this slayer of nine and counting at the book’s opening are police lieutenant Sam Sturgis and private dick Mitch Caiden, who in classic form do not like each other or cooperate in their efforts. A sleaze novel with constant violence? Um, okay. Was it any good? Not really. But it was different.
Anatomy of murder through a rifle scope.