Grabbed this book at random because they were all out of romance paperbacks at the tiny public library across from the high school where I substitute teach. I'm so glad I got a look at JA Jance!
J.P. Beaumont is such a great guy. He's not Sherlock Holmes, that's for sure. He's not a genius, and he says right up front that he doesn't like to work too hard. He gets angry a lot, and he always makes time for stuff like eating and sleeping. Things I really care about! But when there's a murder he really digs into it, and when he's talking to lustful cheerleaders and two-faced teachers he really sticks it right to them. Over and over.
I loved the first two thirds of this mystery, where all the clues pointed to massive orgies, lust fueled murder, and cheerleaders being humiliated over and over for stirring up the lust of older men. But after a while I got tired of Beau rounding up "the usual suspects" and foaming at the mouth about the lustful secrets of attractive teenage girls. It was like Beau got traumatized reading "the Crucible" and kept trying to imitate John Proctor. "Your lust led to this GOOD MAN'S downfall. Now confess, foul strumpet. Confess!!!" Talk about high school drama!
Now I took a star off at the end because the last forty pages or so really jumped the shark. I didn't buy any of who the killer was, how they did the killings, or anything else. Stop hear if you don't want to see spoilers about the real killer's identity!
MANY VITAL SPOILERS ARE BELOW!
So I guess I'm glad the cheerleaders were all innocent. But the school guidance counselor? Really? I just kept trying to visualize the cute redhead drugging guys, dragging them to her pickup truck, throwing them off balconies, zooming over cliffs, and all the other crazy stuff. I never believed any of it, and it never made any sense. And the victim! A hard working black coach has a black wife, a secret white girl friend, and he's been leading a double life for years? Sure, it's an every day thing in every high school. All the best teachers are like that. And then for no reason he decides he has to have sex with a cheerleader? JA Jance may be too dumb to know it, but the image that comes across is that of a lustful black buck who'll sleep with any white woman who asks, because . . . he's a lustful black buck. So minus one star for you, Judy Ann! And next time, be nicer to the cheerleaders.