When you’re the son of a serial killer, you can never escape your past. William MacNary was eight years old when his father went to prison. Since then, he’s carefully built a life as a family man and a private banker for the wealthy. He tries to forget that his father dismembered and photographed thirteen women. And he tries to forget those exquisitely composed photos of severed hands, heads, and … of severed hands, heads, and feet that launched the “murderabilia” art market. William has not spoken to his father for thirty-one years. No one at his tony bank knows…
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