First of all, I blame myself. I have no one to blame but me for reading this. But hear me out—I was tricked by other reviews promising a “twist ending.” Alas, I was beyond disappointed, and the more I write this, the more irritated I get. Don’t worry, I won’t spoil the twist ending—though “twist” might be too generous a word, since it bends about as much as a piece of uncooked spaghetti.
As everyone has said, this book repeats itself. A lot. It’s shocking the writer hasn’t corrected this—it’s almost a crime. How did the editor not point it out? How many times do we need to be reminded that Marco has “a swimmer’s body” (10 books in, still hasn’t been to a pool), that Megan has “delicate, fragile features,” or that “Maya needed a new plan” while also thinking for the thousandth time that she’s going to die and her last thoughts will be of Marco and Megan? At this point, the characters need to be thinking new things and, frankly, growing a little. After all this time, why doesn’t anyone believe Maya? Especially Marco—whose sole job seems to be holding her hand and, occasionally, her gun. Can’t she reflect on the fact that she’s surrounded by idiots? Honestly, Maya needs to start thinking about tacos. Or going to the gym. Or literally anything else.
But here’s what really grinds my gears: Maya goes undercover and doesn’t change her name. Insert facepalm here. For someone who brags constantly about her military intelligence training, the thought never once occurs to her? I just can’t.
The wasted potential is what stings most. We could have gotten more depth with the hostages. Or the serial killer—whose terrifying name is… Frank. Or Michael. Seriously, nothing screams “average dad at the barbecue” like Michael. We’re also expected to believe this guy was sentenced in one year? One. As in 365 days. In reality, look at the Idaho murders case—which was very real. A criminology grad student murdered four co-eds in November 2022. He wasn’t sentenced until July 2025, where he pleaded guilty and got four consecutive life terms. That’s nearly three years of legal battles. Does this writer even know how the legal system works? Or imagine if Maya’s cases all got tossed because she never bothered to obtain a warrant—that would’ve been interesting.
But alas. None of that.
So no. No, Molly Black, you will not trick me again.