The editing on this book was atrocious. Dumaine Street was referred to as Domaine Street. A man was referred to as "a curly, white-haired, person" rather than a person with curly white hair, leaving me to wonder what a curly person looked like. Comma abuse and run-on sentences were rampant.
And all of that is a shame, because it was a major distraction from what would have been an excellent medico-legal thriller. Alex DeStephano (or maybe Destephano, as both were used interchangeably) is the chief counsel for a private hospital in New Orleans. Her ex-husband is a surgeon there, and it seems that somebody has it out for him. This being New Orleans, of course there are also creepy voodoo curses. Oh, and someone wants the hospital to sell to a major conglomerate.
There are vague references to how health care reform (really health insurance reform) is going to wreck everything for doctors ... but no specifics about how this might be so.
I can say, having worked in hospitals, that the internal workings of Crescent City Medical Center felt very real. However, I found myself wondering several times whether the author had ever even been to New Orleans. Her references to the city were vague, she got a street name for a real place wrong, and more.
Overall, I was disappointed. Three stars for a good plot that deserved a better book.