Slob: Rex Miller

He was a monster spawned from a childhood of vile corruption, nurtured in the putrefying hell of Vietnam. Six foot seven and five hundred pounds of seething hate. But behind the soulless eyes lurked a burning intelligence - an animal cunning infinitely superior to anything on four legs. And he had come to Chicago...Homicide detective Jack Eichord had never known a psychopath like it. This was no run-of-the-mill killing machine; this was a butcher who believed in job satisfaction. A serial murderer so depraved that he devoured the hearts of his victims. There wasn't a killer on earth who took life so efficiently, so sadistically - or so often...and if he gets his way, there won't be enough lives left for anyone to try...Cover art by David O'Connor. N.B.: The general consensus at the Cauldron is that the cover picture bears a remarkable likeness to Slimer from the Ghostbusters film series.