It’s early October and homecoming is approaching.
Christie is excited as hell to be apart of the varsity cheerleading squad. She worked her butt off for weeks, losing weight and sleep to get to this moment and, today, today is her first pep rally!
Harley picks at his breakfast, the anxiety and pressure in his gut so immense that food isn’t an option. His worried mother hovers over him, vowing that, whether or not he passes the test and gets that full ride to MIT, the family will, in spite of their major financial hardships, find a way to make college happen.
Later, Principal Dale Campbell looks out at his kids, marveling at their youth and vibrancy. He announces the varsity cheerleaders and steps aside.
The girls burst into the gym and get into formation. Sharp staccato pops, blood, tears, screams, heads exploding in showers of blood, bone and brain matter on the walls and floor, bloodied bodies slung about the bleachers and across the stairs like broken marionettes, derisive laughter and taunts.
Angela the socker coach does her best to shield the students until heat slams into her side, sending black spots dancing across her field of vision and taking her to the ground.
Meanwhile, Harley curls into a ball of silent sobs and abject terror as the killers' feet come into view and blood and brains splatter the library wall behind the girl hiding under the next desk.
The aftermath is all about answering the same questions. Who would do such a thing and why? How didn’t the parents know? What can we learn from similar crimes? What is the pathology?
Martia Clark’s The Competition, book four in the Rachel Knight series, comments on an raises questions about an atrocity that has become all too common in the last two decades.
With 33 people dead and 84 injured, Rachel and the team are under pressure like they’ve never been before.
On the whole, this was a fantastic story, complete with twists, suspense, race-against-time tension, hatred for the antagonists and the frustration that typifies police work, all topped off with the heartache and white-hot rage these kinds of tragedies can spark.
At the risk of spoiling, I’ll say that I was livid when I got to the end of this one. Suffice it to say that Clark’s penchant for “realistic” endings is present and accounted for.
Don’t get me wrong, this isn’t a criticism; I just wish things had gone differently.
I *will* mote that the questionings were numerous, protracted and tedious, in particular those involving the “shrinks.” I could have really done without the 15-minute infodump/Wikipedia entry on psychopathy.
Also annoying was Clark’s employment of “bad luck” humor, more specifically Rachel being the butt of sadistic jokes and getting maneuvered into uncomfortable things for her partner’s amusement.
And again, the controlling, “always right” authoritative BFF who knows the protagonist better than she knows her self and functions as the whip-cracker/handler is equally as irritating as the high-handed boyfriend who sets rules and restricts the heroine’s freedom “for her own good/his peace of mind.”
Just once, I’d like to see Clark’s supporting characters treat the protagonists with dignity and respect and trust them to take care of themselves in the field.
There's also a scene that might read as torture, but YMMV.
Those gripes aside, this was perhaps the best installment of the series; I look forward to whatever’s next for our favorite DDA and her pals at the LAPD. Four stars!