Twenty-year-old Kendele Byers is savagely killed and buried in a shallow grave. She had a violent past, a bizarre, kinky line of work, and the suspect list grows longer every day.
But when another woman is murdered, Detective Mitchell Lonnie realizes that there's something much more sinister afoot: a connection between the two murders. Both victims had received a clue hinting at their oncoming demise several minutes before they were attacked. There's a serial killer in Glenmore Park. Even worse, he seems to be accelerating his murder pace.
Now Mitchell and his partner need to locate the killer before more innocent women die. But when his sister gets involved, Mitchell's focus begins to unravel. Soon his pursuit becomes personal, and the stakes rise very high.
©2016 Mike Omer (P)2016 Tantor
This was an alright story but there was nothing really exciting about any of the main characters. No edge of your seat moments. All personalities were bland, except for maybe Tanessa’s. Her fight with the killer was a little exciting, but that’s all. If an author doesn’t give his or her characters any personalities they become boring, therefore the book becomes boring too. I mean, Mitchell screamed and fought against his cop-sister becoming bait for the killer yet when she was hurt by the madman Mitchell blamed himself? Really? How does the author come up with that? Anyway, I doubt I’ll read this author again.
One thing I do know is that if I’m going to continue to read these mysteries, 99% written by men, I’m going to have to get used to them not knowing how to use any word other than “said.” According to Goodreads this book has 372 pages and “said” was used 955 times. A little much, to say the least. I will continue to mention this idiotic problem, hoping they will use their thesaurus to find new words for “said.”
There was no sex in this book, no nothing really, and the F-bomb was used 25 times.
As to the narrator: He had a nice reading voice but that’s all he had going for him. His women’s voices were just OK but he read without emotion of any kind. He neither laughed nor yelled or whispered or anything else the book called for.
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