More like 2 1/2 stars.
It was obvious who was responsible for the murders very early.
I can't stand it when a mystery writing dangles secrets between characters that are suppose to be working together. It's not entertaining or enjoyable; it's just annoying.
Why could they sense the killer's psychic impressions, or emotions, at crime scenes, but not when they were in his presence?
The ending oozed cheese... "She held out her hand, and when his fingers closed over hers, she smiled at him. 'Let's get the bastard.' He smiled in return. 'Reach for me, Miranda. Reach out with you mind."
Oh, and I cannot believe the 'price' that Bishop had to pay was a streak of grey hair. ...Whoa.. That's intense.