
Like so many of the books we all love, there was the typical
troubled marriage, the sassy teenage daughter, lust, revenge, and multiple
victims. You know how you think it is going to go, with the teenage daughter getting
away with things under the radar because her parents are so caught up in their
own misery, but it doesn’t go that way at all.
Mary Burton releases secrets, one at a time in such a practiced
way. Breadcrumb after breadcrumb, each chapter counts the hours that have passed
since the original 911 call. Body after body turns up, sharing similar wounds
and everyone seems to have alibis. Like a singer who knows precisely when to
release the note, when to pause, when to breathe, Mary Burton leaves nothing on
the table with this one.
This one is a great one to snuggle up with for a few hours at a
time. The weather is turning colder here in NC (finally) and the only thing
that would make this book more of a joy to read is a nice mug of your favorite
warm beverage. It’s waiting…..
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