This one is the epitome of a generic, formulaic Suzanne Brockmann-wannabe. Try not to yawn.
Category: Genre: Crime & Suspense
Jazz age glamor, clubs, the mob… but things never really take off here.
I’m probably the biggest softie when it comes to stories with dogs, but the author still succeeds in making me cringe all the way to the end.
This is easily the best book so far in the series, although this isn’t much considering how awful those other books are.
The villain steals the show, and he’s not even that good at being one.