I really like some things about this series, and I really wanted to love this book given it's partially set in a karate dojo, but I'm getting tired of the sloppy setups. For the police to immediately assume this was a suicide is ridiculous! First, the police are not that stupid, although it seems to be fashionable in fiction these days to present them that way. Jake says it herself in chapter 8, “Even the greenest street cop knows what to look for in these situations.” Interesting statement considering she was also the one defending the idea of suicide in previous chapters. Second, the man adored his dog and would never put her at that kind of risk, nor would a man of his known background and reputation deliberately set up two students to find his body. It’s not honorable and doesn’t make any sense at all. And the officer spouting off about suicide knew this background! But hey, it's convenient for the plot so let's just go with it?! You need the reader to buy into the plausibility of the story so it needs to make sense, and this just screams, “No way!” This isn’t the first highly unlikely plot point I’ve run into in this series, so this is quickly becoming a bad habit.
And I’m getting real sick of Jake constantly calling Darla “kid” and speaking to her like she’s an unruly twelve year old. It��s not cute, it’s offensive and denotes a lack of respect. Reese isn’t much better, using a nickname she’s told him not to use and treating her like a coffee shop waitress every time he comes over (Darla’s words, not mine). That is not the way friends address each other in New York, even when one is younger. An adult might address a teen as “kid,” particularly if they aren’t sure of the name, but never another adult unless they are being deliberately condescending. The author apparently has some very strange ideas about New Yorkers and should, perhaps, stick to writing about what she knows. If this is the best the author can do to give regular characters a little personality that's really depressing. I shudder to think that’s the way people in Texas, where the author grew up, actually talk to each other.
Once you get past that, or perhaps share the author’s mistaken belief that this is how New Yorkers speak to their friends, the story itself was actually pretty good. I take exception to the idea that Darla would have been disqualified the way that scene was written. As a former sports official I take exception to the idea that a competitor would ever have been treated that way - particularly as it was crystal clear she had no idea what was happening behind her. A judge worthy of that title would have ignored the ruckus and evaluated her performance on its own merits. She should have been complimented for keeping her focus despite the fact the audience was laughing.
Don’t even get me started on the cat whisperer. Seriously?! Way too far!
The next book apparently takes place in Florida where the author currently lives, so I’ll probably track that one down, but if the plausibility continues to nosedive I’m going to have to give up on this series. As much as the stories are fun and entertaining, this stuff is becoming a constant irritant. I should be getting lost in the story as I become invested in the characters' experiences, not hurting myself rolling my eyes every other page. The author is way too talented to let stupid stuff like this continue to ruin otherwise excellent books.