Some kids are identified by their parent's profession: the preacher's kid, the doctor's kid, the principal's kid, the mayor's kid. Jazz is defined by his father's profession: serial killer. Billy Dent is the most notorious super-serial, claiming 123 victims in his decades long spree. Worse than being the serial killer's kid was that every day was take-your-kid-to-work day for Billy. Jazz learned how to separate a hand from it's fingers, how to stalk a victim, and how to commit the perfect crime without getting caught. Billy was convinced that Jazz would be the first of a new breed of serial killer, more infamous than his father. But like (hopefully) all serial killers, Billy was caught. Not by the FBI, not by the state patrol, but by G. William, the sheriff of sleepy Lobo's Nod. Now Billy is serving a life sentence, and Jazz is living with his crazy grandma and trying to survive until he can get out of town and start his own life away from his father's reputation. Until a dead body is dumped in a field outside of town. Jazz is curious about the murder and after a second victim is found, Jazz realizes it is someone copycatting his father's work. Jazz is convinced that he is the only person who can help the police catch "the Impressionist" as he calls himself. But at what cost? As Jazz and his friends delve deeper into the mind of a serial killer, Jazz fights the hunting instincts his father imbued him with as a child. I Hunt Killers by Barry Lyga is going to be the best, and most psychologically disturbing book you will read this year. What are you waiting for!?!?