In the ancient, ruined city of Teotihuacan, mutilated bodies bear witness to the work of a serial killer.
After the tragic death of his brother, Father Rodrigo, Detective Captain Juan Morales decides to take a well-deserved vacation. But standing along the Avenue of the Dead, staring at a corpse whose heart has been ripped out, was not the peaceful retreat he had in mind.
Working at the site is an intelligent and alluring archeologist, Sophia Kanakarides, to whom Morales is strongly drawn. As more gruesome murders surface, Sophia lends her expertise and unwittingly falls into the hands of the killer.
An intoxicating and well-crafted thriller, Avenue of the Dead brings to life the chilling world of ritualistic killings and human sacrifice.
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Hidalgo del Parral, Mexico, March 2005
“So Juan, it’s finally over,” the bishop said as we left the graveside.
“Yes, bishop, it is. I hope he can find the peace in death that so eluded him in
these last years,” I replied. The funeral had been small, just the bishop, who had
conducted the service himself, two sisters of mercy from the seminary and myself.
No great ceremony to mark the passing of Father Rodrigo, he whose name had once
been spoken with such reverence by the people of Parral, those he had served so well,
for so long. Now, as the afternoon stretched before me, with little to occupy me for the rest of the day, my thoughts turned again to remembrance of the man who had helped so many. Rodrigo, the priest with a big heart, had never turned away a needy case, be it a homeless person in need of a bed or a meal, or an orphan child needing care and a home, in fact, it is probable the whole town at one time knew of Rodrigo and his charitable works, all of which had ended so suddenly a few short years previously.
