This is Rosenfelt’s first stand-alone book. So, if you were looking for Andy Carpenter, his criminal defense attorney, you will not find him here. Nor, will you find the typical snarky humor which is a centerpiece of the author’s writing that makes readers joyfully gravitate to his books. So, what will we find?
A young successful New York businessman, Tim Wallace suddenly finds himself widowed by an explosion that kills his new wife, Maggie on his boat, and a lot of people looking at him as the murderer. Not only that, but a conspiracy that seems to reach beyond this one death, to politics. What?
As pages turn, readers also wonder, why? Who? And, will it all make sense after all the dead bodies have been counted? Also, will Tim Wallace be vindicated when it seems like every turn is pointing to him as the perpetrator? How will this unassuming supposedly innocent “framed” guy get through this tangled mess? And, will readers be grateful for the final conclusion if and when he does?
Seemingly well-written, with short chapters, the story is fast-paced and somewhat inventive, but it fell flat towards the end. Like after all this time of getting readers to know what was finally going on, suddenly we are finding ourselves at an abrupt conclusion. In some ways, this end spoiled the feel of the original pace of the book that started out engaging with a complex mystery. Still, for love of the author, it was a worthwhile read, just not up to the standards that I have grown to love with his Andy Carpenter series.
3.5 stars rounded up