This is a poor (not to say pathetic) entry in the Scarpetta series, and has all the earmarks of being written by somebody from a fanfic group. It’s probably not, though, unless they’ve faithfully recreated all of Cornwell’s most irritating writerly affectations (the insistence on starting sentences with nouns that have no articles is the one I’d personally choose to throttle her for). Stylistics aside, this novel is virtually incomprehensible at the level of plot. When I finally got to the part where the baddie was revealed, I literally could neither understand nor remember how they’d deduced it was her/him (no spoilers here). Yes, the plotting is that ineptly handled. If Cornwell had made me care a little more, I might have gone back and tried to figure it out; as it was, I was just glad it was over. There are pages and pages in which you’re not sure who’s talking or you don’t know what they’re talking *about,* which is quite a bit worse. Here, Lucy has been rendered irritating, bossy, and snooty in a way that (really, Patricia) makes her less compelling as a character with every page. Her “denouement” (let’s put it that way) in this novel is the most unbelievable, pointless thing I’ve every read in a Cornwell novel (and that’s saying a lot), as are the final scenes with their “resolution” of the entire plot structure (an extremely complicated -- and I mean, take notes, because you won't follow otherwise -- set-up comes down to as banal an ending as ever you will find in crime fic). And Scarpetta herself has become cold, opaque, uncommunicative (she makes Marino look like Chatty Cathy) and impossible to like. Other characters keep telling you how kind and generous she is, but you’ll have to take their word for it. In this 16th outing, I wonder whether Cornwell has simply gotten tired of the series; she writes, in any case, as if she wishes Scarpetta would just go away. If she keeps it up, her readers certainly will.