By Wensley Clarkson
St. Martins’s Press, 2002
Fifty-five-year-old Dr. Harold “Fred” Shipman had a noble dedication to his profession, winning the trust of his patients with ingratiating charm and an old-school bedside manner. In fact, he even made house calls–but his unsuspecting patients had no idea of the evil that lurked behind the friendly facade of the kindly doctor…