In Stone Cold, Jesse Stone has a problem no officer of the law likes to face: dead bodies keep appearing, but clues do not. A man takes his dog out for a run on the beach, only to be discovered hours later--with two holes in his chest. A woman drives her Volvo to the mall to do some grocery shopping, and is found dead, her body crumpled behind her loaded shopping cart. A commuter takes a shortcut home from the train, and never makes it back to his house. Hunting down a serial killer is difficult and dangerous in any town, but in a town like Paradise, where the selectmen and the media add untold pressures, Jesse begins to feel the heat. Already walking an emotional tightrope, Jesse begins to stumble: he's spending too much time with the bottle--and with his ex-wife--neither of which helps him, or the case. And the harder these outside forces push against him, the more Jesse retreats into himself, convinced--despite all the odds--that it's up to him alone to stop the killing. As tough, clear-eyed, and sardonic as Jesse Stone himself, this is the Grand Master working at the peak of his powers.