While Margin of Error isn't my top pick in the Britt Montero series, Edna Buchanan's signature Miami grit and sharp journalism still deliver an engaging ride—earning it a solid three stars from me.
Superstar actor Lance Westfell arrives in town to research his role as an undercover government agent posing as a reporter. To prepare, he shadows 33-year-old Cuban-American crime beat reporter Britt Montero—a fiercely independent single woman shaped by her fashionable mother's world and the childhood loss of her anti-Castro father, executed when she was just three.
Britt initially resists the "babysitting" assignment, uninterested in movies and immune to celebrity hype unlike her starstruck colleagues. But chaos follows Lance: in an elevator with Britt, a deranged fan sprays his eyes with a Santería-bought "love potion," causing temporary near-blindness. As they grow closer, Lance leans into his vulnerability, inviting Britt to stay at his guest house for "help." Still reeling from untreated PTSD after a justified shooting in the previous book—a recurring struggle where nightmares shatter her sleep and she stubbornly refuses therapy—Britt, in a raw and fractured moment, initiates an intense encounter.
Buchanan's descriptions here are characteristically vivid, yet the romance veers into uneasy territory for me, playing on the actor's temporary helplessness in a way that feels off-key and distracting from Britt's usual strength and autonomy. It momentarily sidelines the tougher, more compelling elements that make the series stand out.
Meanwhile, threats escalate with delicious Hollywood satire: Lance contends with a venomous ex-wife, a delusional stalker named Stephanie, and deadly "accidents" on set—including one fatal—that point to sabotage amid the glamour and fanaticism.
The real emotional punch comes from a heartbreaking subplot. Single mom Angel Oliver faces arrest for neglecting her 15-month-old daughter, who apparently starved to death. Britt covers the story, then digs deeper at the chaotic home, uncovering layers of desperation and systemic failure that no agency adequately addresses. This thread packs raw power and social commentary—Buchanan at her Pulitzer-winning best. I only wish she'd expanded it further; it could easily have elevated the book to four stars.
Buchanan immerses us once more in Miami's pulsing heat, cultural vibrancy, and underbelly dangers, turning the city into a vivid force that rivals any character. At the center is Britt: tenacious, vulnerable, and unflinchingly dedicated—a heroine whose Cuban heritage and personal scars add profound depth we can't help but admire.
This isn't a light cozy, but fans of gritty, authentic crime reporting woven with real-world issues will find plenty to appreciate amid the Hollywood flair. Three stars—and a hope for more of that powerful social edge in the next installment.