I was given an advance review copy by the publisher, via Netgalley.
Hester Thursby, Harvard librarian and expert researcher, is asked by Maxine Pawlikowski, a top administrator at the for-profit Prescott University, to research a list of names. This list has been compiled by Gavin, who married into the family that owns the university, a family to which Maxine has devoted her life. Maxine suspects that this list, which is supposed to be of recent alumni, might not be kosher, that Gavin might be up to no good. Hester’s research leads to much more than a con; it leads to a past that threatens Maxine and her whole beloved family. What will people do to protect that past secret and current wrongdoing?
Non-police detective stories are tricky. It’s one thing when the protagonist is a private detective or at least is a detective by avocation, like Poirot or Wimsey. Where it gets squirrelly for me is when there’s a series of murder mysteries featuring a baker, hair stylist, veterinarian or some other profession far removed from crime solving. How believable can you make it that somebody like that keeps stumbling across murders and finds a way to solve the crime?
Hester Thursby’s supreme research skills make it believable that she is called in to help solve data-dependent problems, and not too far-fetched that what she unearths can be criminal and a threat. Also, in this third book in the series, Edwin Hill wisely doesn’t cast Hester as some lone gumshoe, putting herself in too-stupid-too-live danger at ever turn. Instead, Hester is part of the sleuthing, because once things heat up, her friend (from the first book in the series), Boston PD’s Sergeant Detective Angela White, is on the case. Chapters in the novel alternate among four people: Hester, Angela, Maxine, and Barret, one of the students on the list. Each reveals a facet of the story, moving it forward to its thrilling conclusion.
This is a fast-paced story, but it also brings us more into the personal lives of Hester, Angela, and their families. I don’t like too much domestic content in my crime fiction, but Edwin Hill keeps a nice balance. I’ve become a fan of Hester and her family, and of Angela, the warm friend who can turn into scary Sergeant White when necessary.
I’m giving this 4 stars on Goodreads, which they say means “I really liked it,” which I did. Five stars means “it was amazing,” and I reserve that for books that flat-out dazzle me.