This is a man's book, especially for divorced men, and more especially for the man who got beat up in court; got creamed by his wife's attorney; lost most everything; ended up by paying for her attorney, his attorney, support and upkeep for her; and probably was outcast by his kids and friends. Robbert was just such a man: bitter, angry, homicidal, who had all the same feelings and rage to get even that most divorced husbands and fathers have. The difference is that Robbert plotted to get back, to get even, and he did. He comes to the conclusion, rightly or wrongly, that death is too painless and too permanent; that real punishment comes with nasty tricks, wily capers, and dastardly deeds that have a lasting consequence. But murder four is the goal. The creative deviousness of the murders themselves is the stuff of Murder She Wrote -- only Jessica Fletcher could figure them out. The twist at the end would further satisfy Edgar Allen Poe. Does Robbert Chackle complete his passion? Does he or does he not eventually and ultimately Murder Four?