The setting is Carmel, California - a scenic, peaceful tourist haven where James Dewitt is the police force's only detective. His usual caseload is stolen bicycles and an occasional burglary. But things change with frightening speed when a series of apparent suicides, which soon prove to be murders, shocks the community.
Dewitt, a former forensic scientist, struggles with the minutest of clues in his quest for the killer, while departmental turf wars and local politics increase the pressures on his investigation. But his steps are dogged by renegade ex-cop Howard Lumbrowski, the man Dewitt blames for his wife's death. How is Lumbrowski connected to the killings? And why does he have information from Dewitt's confidential files?
Dewitt finds himself playing a dangerous game, breaking his own rules in his desperate search for answers. And as the case takes another murderous twist, the past comes back to haunt Dewitt. He will have to fight to save his reputation - and his life.
©2010 Ridley Pearson (P)2012 Brilliance Audio, Inc.
If you love animals -- dogs and cats -- and if you don't like to see them hanged, killed and/or slaughtered, then this book isn't for you.
I have absolutely no patience for authors who have to amp the gore or heighten the evil by torturing animals.
I wish I'd known -- I'd never have bought this book.
I would use a different narrator. For some reason Patrick Lawlor's voice has an irritating nasal quality and a "creepy" element. Probably be good as a villain.
Took me a long time to finish this because of the voice. Also not enough difference in tone of voice to always know who was speaking.
No thank you. This is my second audio book with his voice. The other one used two narrators which was confusing and I thought maybe that was the problem; but after this listen it wasn't.
Ridley Pearson is a terrible, plodding writer. His story's ok this time out, even though it took me places I don't want to go, such as the torture death of a stray cat, and the oversexed female defense attorney (completely unbelievable). Pearson has a madonna-whore problem with women he might think about working through in therapy. But back to the main gripe: He's an awful writer. The writing clogs the stream of his story, leaving it to trickle along. Never again, for me.
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