Jim Winter takes a look at THE COLD ROOM.
J.T. Ellison’s latest Nashville-based novel, The  Cold Room (Mira), finds her series homicide detective, Taylor  Jackson, chasing an unusual serial killer. He starves his victims to  death, violates their bodies and then poses them in elaborate  re-creations of famous paintings. What bothers Jackson and her FBI  profiler boyfriend, John Baldwin, is the scope of these slayings. It  appears he has struck also in London and in Florence, Italy.
Ellison  doesn’t hide this murderer from her readers, nor does she obscure the  existence of a second serial  killer, this one in Italy, called Il Macellaio (“The Butcher”). Our  Nashville slayer is a graphic artist named Gavin. Nice guy. Drives a  Prius. Admires the hell out of Il Macellaio. Also admires a famous  photographer known simply as Tomasso. Gavin imitates the latter in his  art work, and the former in his style of killing. So similar is his  technique to that of his Italian counterpart, that Gavin’s crimes  attract a British profiler to Nashville, one James “Memphis” Highsmythe.  Memphis would be welcome on the investigation, if he didn’t have the  almost pathological hots for Detective Jackson.
The Cold Room combines The Silence of the Lambs with The Wire. Jackson is a strong,  capable investigator who, as we see in several subplots, is having to  cope with institutional dysfunction. She’s been demoted from head of the  Murder Squad and placed under Lieutenant Elm, a former New Orleans cop  obsessed with administrative detail and with a hair-trigger temper. In  the meantime, she and her former teammates are dealing with the  aftermath of events in Ellison’s last novel, Judas  Kiss (2009). She’s been reduced in rank from lieutenant and saddled  with a new detective, Renn McKenzie, whom she suspects isn’t worthy of  her trust.
Jackson is hard-nosed and a workaholic. Walking into a  room, she is immediately in charge, her fellow officers snapping to,  not really accepting her lowered status. I like her new partner, too. At  first, McKenzie seems to be a stereotypically green upstart, but  Ellison fleshes him out as he is exposed to two bizarre murders and a  third attempt in less than five days. McKenzie evolves nicely as a  result, and will probably make a welcome addition to this series.
The Cold Room character I found  grating, however, was Memphis Highsmythe. He could have been an  amazingly complex figure, someone dealing with his own grief. Instead,  the New Scotland Yard detective came off as a self-centered jerk,  unfortunately gifted with investigative talents rivaling those of  Jackson and Baldwin. He was supposed to provide a complication for that  couple, but in almost every scene, I wondered when Jackson was going to  whip out the mace, the taser or the Louisville Slugger. Highsmythe is  the kind of guy women find it easy to strike out at in return for their  advances.
But if Highsmythe is the low point, then this novel’s  mystery, and Taylor Jackson herself, represent its high points. The case  of Gavin and his online friend, “Morte,” grows increasingly complex as  this tale moves along. Jackson handles the investigation smoothly,  sweating more over her relationship with Baldwin than her woes in  Homicide. If anything, pursuing her quarry revitalizes the detective.
Author  Ellison has done a fine job chasing serial killers. Now, if she’d just  learn to throw a drink or two at annoying British detectives...