A very American book, with a formulaic plot that brings in the big bucks.
An attractive female homicide detective, a woman pathologist, a lady
prosecutor, a woman reporter and a serial killer who has a go at them
all...the kind of story that sends Pat Cornwell's sales into the stratosphere.
However, James Patterson has his own track record of best-sellers and there
is no doubt that his writing is very good, if you like this terse, punchy style -
the book has one-hundred and twenty-one chapters, some no more than a
page in length.
The heroine, Lieutenant Lindsay Boxer of the San Francisco Police
Department is recovering from the trauma of a case recorded in a previous
book, when she is pitched into a shooting at a church in which a little black
girl is killed. She discovers an association with an apparent suicide of a
black woman in Oakland and enlists the help of her 'Women's Murder Club'
to find the connection. It becomes apparent that an ex-cop is involved and the
role of her own estranged father, also an ex-police officer, becomes suspect.
The book ends as it began, with the rattle of small-arms fire, finally, from a
carillon tower where the 'perp' is holed up.
Excellent professional writing and a good read, especially if you like the
sound of frequent gunshots.
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