There's drawn out heart-pounding suspense and then there's just dragged out please-someone-slit-my-wrist suspense... and unfortunately this is the latter.

The son of a famous actor and his ex-wife is kidnapped. Laura, his mother, is beside herself with grief and worry while Peter, his father, is basks in the media's attention. The police are involved with an allegedly incompetent Detective Wilson at the helm of the investigation. However, nowhere in the process of the investigation does he actually display incompetence and we have only the scathing contempt of Laura's bootlegging aunt's word that he couldn't solve his way out of a paperbag.

There are too many inconsequential characters and unexplained incidents in this book to make this a worthwhile read.

It had potential, but I feel the author tried to make it complex without understanding how to do so effectively. It ended up somewhat disorganized, and I thought I thought the chapters were slapped together like haphazard bandaids.