Amy St. Laurent was abducted from the Old Port club area of Portland. Her body was found more than a month later buried near the home of the man who would eventually be convicted of murdering her. Detective Loughlin and Kate Flora alternate telling the story of her disappearance, discovery, and the prosecution of the murderer--Flora's text and Loughlin's journal at the time. Loughlin's adoration of the victim, Amy St. Laurent, gets a little cloying at times. She was no doubt a lovely, generous, and loving young woman, but the reader can only hear this so many times before wanting to skip to the police procedural sections, which are really the meat of the story. Loughlin's perception that Amy is guiding the search from beyond reveals an interesting side of a hardened police officer, but I tired of that after a bit. It is fascinating to think that so many of these police offers apparently felt a strong connection with "Our Amy," adored her equally beautiful mother, and were driven to find her and her murderer because of her angelic nature. The consensus seemed to be that she was murdered because she said "no" to her murder. One wonders how the book would have been different if she had not been beautiful, brilliant, and principled. The [mostly male] police officers have a protective, paternal reaction to Amy's abduction and murder, indicating that she was the "kind of girl who you would be proud to have raised." This attitude is touching but, on the other hand, leads them to make disparaging descriptions of not only the accused--before he was found guilty--but his mother. Loughlin notes in his journal that the mother of the accused murderer "looks like Linda Blair in 'The Exorcist'" and her "stringy red hair wraps around a crazy face with thick eyeliner."
The technical details about the search, discovery, investigation, trial, and post-trial proceedings are the excellent part of the book--5 stars for that--and the reason it will appeal to true crime enthusiasts. Traditionally competitors, the state police, city police (of two cities), and eventally, the state warden's service (called "hillbillies" by the city police), aided by K9 and cadaver dog handlers and death investigators from the state medical examiner's office find Amy's body, unravel the story of the murder, and convict the perpetrator (despite his never confessing to the police and no physical evidence). The guy, Russ Gorman, does seem to be bad news and is still behind bars despite appeals. The tediousness and bureaucracy of legal proceedings is well-reflected in the book and make for slow reading at times. The contrast between the kind and beautiful Amy beloved by police and family and the descriptions of the varieties of maggots in her body by forensic scientists on the stand is jarring, but that is, in fact, crime work.