I think I must be the only person in the world, or at least S. Arizona who doesn't love J. A. Jance. This is the second book I've read. The first was out of curiosity, this one under the duress of a book club pick for January. I won't be posting this review to my Facebook page. Some of her biggest fans are in that book group and are also Facebook friends. Why don't I like her? Well, there are several reasons, starting with her need for a good editor. This book could have been cut by one-third without hurting the story. It's my belief that once authors becomes best sellers with huge fan bases, they begin to believe they don't need an editor anymore. Especially an editor who will point out certain weaknesses. If all you are worried about is the mechanics of using the language, there's a certain amount of truth in this. Jance writes competent, if boring prose. But, really, does *every* character, including the pets, need a backstory? Or incredibly boring minutiae? Can't the sheriff just leave home without our knowing that she puts down the coffee cup, collects her weapons from a gun safe (it has its own backstory, too—it was a gift from her husband), dons her uniform jacket, walks out to her car, gets in her vehicle, turns on the key and finally (thank God) drives away.
The sheriff/main character is too stupid to live. The first person to die is a developmentally disabled adult who is becoming demented. He wanders off into the night and falls (or was he pushed?) into a hole inside a cave, dying from the 40-foot drop. So far so good. The problem for me comes with the discovery of a tortured kitten, covered with cigarette burns. Everyone, include our intrepid sheriff, jumps to the conclusion that the dead man is the one who did this, but no one ever thinks to ask if he smokes, or check him or his room for cigarettes.
When the body is moved, there is no one there but the rescue personnel, because our brilliant sheriff has left the scene with no law enforcement present and is chatting up the rescue squad outside. Big surprise, they find things under the body.
She treats her husband like a live-in servant, never tossing him a word of gratitude or appreciation. One of the elements I disliked most in the first book I read was her treatment of her long-suffering husband. I have no clue why he puts up with her. He cooks, he cleans, he does the laundry and raises the kids so she can swan around as the sheriff. The good news is that she's never home, so he has the house to himself. Maybe he's writing his own series of murder mysteries. I'll bet they're better than this one. Her mother-in-law doesn't like her. I can see why.
Apparently she's never learned how to use a computer very well (the author is 71), she's all helpless and 'too busy' to Google something and calls on one of her staff to do what needs to be done.
In a physical confrontation with a suspect, she strikes him *on the head* with her heavy-duty flashlight. Even a rookie cop knows to aim for the shoulder or knee. You never hit someone in the head. It's not described as an accident, so I assume she was going for the head shot.
When a victim is taken to the local hospital she uses her uniform and badge to force her way in. Really? Do the hospital staff not know who the sheriff is? Besides, this patient is a victim of a murder attempt, why would law enforcement have finagle a way into conduct an investigation.
There is lots of smirking and sniggering about a nudist colony that makes me cringe. Generally these places are clothing-optional for nonmembers, and I definitely do not believe that the inhabitants helped to fight a wild fire wearing only hats and boots or that they actually requested the sheriff and her deputy to disrobe while on an official visit. I know for sure from personal experience that members do not 'strut around' (her words, not mine), but behave like adults going about their business. I wish I were at my favorite clothing-optional spa right now, enjoying the sun on my skin and the feel of swimming in the buff instead of spending hours I will never regain reading this book.
I could go on, but these are just the things I remember. The things a good editor would have caught. If you are a Jance fan, I'm sorry I don't share the love, and I don't mind that you do. Just don't ask me to read any more of her work.
So what is the allure? Is it the setting? We do get small glimpses of life in S. Arizona. Half a day at a barrel-racing event, some glimpses of history of the fascinating town of Bisbee with descriptions of its crazy layout on the side of a hill. It definitely cannot be the details of a police procedural, and the characters aren't interesting enough for a cozy. Maybe her earlier books were better. I will never know.