Roma Becker, the protagonist in the new novel “Thunderbird” is a piece of work. Or a nutjob. Who wouldn’t be after your mother was murdered by Calvin Gay, a serial killer who also killed 80 women. Her “tribe,” the Love Hug, comprised of other women who lost someone to the same killer, stand together in their common grief.
But Roma is more complex. She is on one hand a competent nurse, on the other hand a woman split in two between her upward mobility daily self and a dark, twisted soul she calls the “bird” or Thunderbird after her prostitute of a mother who chugged Thunderbird wine with great regularity. She abhors her lower class upbringing, cleans her apartment fanatically or hours until it is spotless. Constantly monitoring her own behavior to be sure she is perceived as upwardly mobile and sane, her emotions constantly roil as she fights the bird for control of her behavior. When it slips, when her mask is down, there is hell to pay especially by men.
The two of them, her bright efficient self and the bird, her darkest companion, plan Calvin’s murder with fully committed fanaticism following a judge’s ruling that Calvin is mentally incompetent to stand trial and instead commits him to psychiatric care. When and if he is ruled mentally competent, then he can be tried for his crimes. That ruling cements Roma’s plan: gain entry to the facility where Calvin will be treated in order for her to kill him.
Roma manages to find out where Calvin is being committed, fakes a competent background for her light psychiatric hospital resume, uses multiple cell phones to answer multiple phony background endorsements. Once accepted for employment, she weasels her way onto the tight medical team that will help Calvin undo years of prescription meds and respond to therapy. Awaiting Calvin is the morphine that Roma stole from her previous hospital, a syringe to inject him with a killer dose, and plans for how she will get away with it.
Here is where the problem occurs. After all this buildup, there’s a twist ending well in keeping with the direction of the book but the novel fails to stick the landing. You expect a socko finish in keeping with all that has gone before, but after all this buildup, her scheming and planning, the book fails to deliver. It provides a clear path in terms of the twist, but what we get is a concept for the future when we’re hoping for a Sunday punch. If it is a cliffhanger for a next book, it’s a cheap way out and a big disappointment.
Nonetheless, it’s a good read, clever, fiendish in the ways that Roma ducks and dodges every effort to thwart her deadly quest. It’s only too bad the payoff was not stronger.