This is a tough book to review. Not because it’s complex and deep; frankly, it’s neither of those things. But just when you think you have all the loose ends tied together, Housewright brilliantly reorients the universe, so to speak, and you’re left surprised.
They said Jeanette Carrell murdered a real estate developer whom she accused of tricking an Alzheimer’s-saturated friend of hers. Not only did she not kill the guy, but she also ultimately produces an alibi, and you need to read this to see how cleverly Housewright introduces that.
So, early in the book, Carrell is off the hook for the murder you assume the book is about. Ah, but as the great Ron Popeil used to say, “But wait! There’s more!” And, indeed, there is.
It isn’t long before they unearth the bodies of Carrell’s husband who allegedly disappeared years earlier and an originally unidentified woman. Just when he was content to help Carrell escape a murder charge, McKenzie realizes she’s back in trouble.
If you read this, you’ll realize that Carrell is resourceful beyond belief, and only McKenzie can find her when she’s in a hard wind.