Where Shadows Fall is an absolute mess of a book and a horribly written mystery.
The first chapter is the main character, Sarah, taking a jog so that the author can info dump about her and her husband's jobs as well as introduce a side character which all has very little to do with the actual story-- seriously if you axed Pat's character and started the story at the end of the first chapter where Sarah learns of her son's death, the overall plot would not be changed in the slightest. Pat's character is literally just there to remind you that Sarah is allegedly a very good DA (we'll get to that in a bit).
If you've persevered past the first chapter, you have to push through two more chapters of basically nothing happening for a period of time that's apparently supposed to be a month? I'm guessing because later in the story Sarah mentions she's had a rough month, you wouldn't otherwise be able to tell based on the writing of chapters two and three.
Also there's a weird amount of focus spent on describing breasts in this book? In the first chapter when she's jogging, the author describes the sweat trickling down her chest as "...licked the sensitive crevice between my breasts."
As someone with breasts I've never found that to be a particularly sensitive area and when exercising at most it just becomes itchy and unpleasant from the sweat.
In the following chapter, the author also describes in quite vivid detail the breasts of her daughter's friend as being "little lemon-sized breasts" as well as adding that this teenage girl has "a bottom like twin parkerhouse rolls."
Later she describes her daughter and her daughter's friend, Clare, as "scheming to increase their sex appeal," and all this is to say I had to actually look up to see if this author was a cis man because that's the quality of writing we're dealing with here. It's pretty bad.
When Sarah finally decides to progress the plot in chapter four, most of the chapter is dedicated to a man named Dominic talking at her in PARAGRAPHS of dialogue with a fun side of Sarah being super judgemental of the fact that he's fat. (Judith also has a habit of writing dialogue without any indication of who's speaking so sometimes you've gotta do a little detective work to find out who's saying what. Fun! Exactly what I'm looking for in a book that's sometimes pages of just dialogue)
Then the author spends the next chapter pussyfooting around getting to the plot some more and it becomes apparent rather quickly that the author doesn't know how to write a mystery story because the driving force of the narrative, the "mystery" of the son's death, isn't actually the real mystery.
Don't get me wrong, I have no problem with a mystery starting out as one thing and then ballooning out into a conspiracy-- however the REAL mystery of this particular story feels heavy handed and forced as the initial mystery is fairly apparent in its answer and our protagonists is barely motivated in seeking out the answer for that.
In conjunction with that previous point, the writing is all over the place. Half the chapters are taken up by our "heroine" spending her days in a depressed malaise and the remainder of that is spent mostly describing in cartoonish detail the caricature of a fat person, Dominic, eating food.
There is also a random b-plot happening that's really poorly executed in an attempt to make the story more interesting than it is, which is her husband cheating on her after she's been gone only a couple days. It's really contrived and adds nothing to the plot.
Speaking of plot, when plot does happen, it's at a crawl, spread thinly across multiple chapters with very little suspense to keep readers engaged.
The world the author has constructed around her character is downright improbable.
For example, there's one scene in particular where a veterinarian school is loading biohazardous waste into a truck and the man doing it wolf whistles at her and "waved a bloody dog's leg in greeting."
This is completely unrelated to the plot, just a bit of random flavor text, however I'm going to go out on a limb (pun intended) here and say that even in the late 80s bio waste disposal was a thing and you would not just have someone handling animal parts in this manner-- they would most likely be bagged in biohazard trash bags and therefore not visible. Germ theory of disease was quite well accepted at the time this was written.
More evidence that the author's world doesn't make any sense is her main character's job.
Allegedly, Sarah Spooner is a very good defense attorney working for a law firm that specifically deals with rape and molestation cases. However, I find it a bit difficult to believe considering Sarah decides to stay with a random man she's never met before and in the final chapters of the book it is glaringly obvious she's suffering symptoms of having been drugged and yet, despite multiple opportunities, she never seeks medical intervention and it doesn't even occur to her that her strange symptoms might be a sign someone's slipping her something-- at this point in the story she's also isolated from any other connections and the innkeeper has begun acting unusual and invading her privacy.
As if the descriptions of women and Dominic's eating habits aren't bad enough, every now and again the author will attempt to insert some sexy imagery but they're just downright horrible to read.
I don't know what the author was thinking but "fleshy jigsaw puzzle" is one of the worst combinations of words I've ever seen, and the sentence "they would appear in my mind's eye grunting and slurping and hyperventilating at each other," is horrendous.
If you're hyperventilating during sex, something is wrong.
The book also commits the sin in mystery writing where new information is introduced in the the last section of the book so that none of the previous clues ("clues" because they're so glaringly obvious it's insulting) are of any use in tying the story together because god forbid the reader figure out the mystery before the author meanders her way to spelling it out for you.
And let's talk about Sarah for a second. She is so incredibly unlikeable as a main character-- which can work in a story (for example Victor Frankenstein from Frankenstein or Humbert from Lolita), but this isn't one of those stories. It's very obvious that the author wants Sarah Spooner to be a sympathetic and likable heroine for her readers.
Unfortunately for Sarah Spooner, the book is written in first person and so the audience has a front row seat into her mind and boy oh boy what a mind it is. She seems to have an opinion on just about everyone and rarely ever is it a positive one. Genuinely I think the only really positive opinion she has on a character are her children.
Outside of that, everyone's fair game.
The big reveal at the end is lazy, the author lays out a red herring and then with no other hints comes up with a completely different villain who is a caricature of Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID, previously known as Multiple Personality Disorder) and he is defeated by Sarah throwing him into the gorge like her son taught her to throw a skipping stone.
There's video evidence that they're able use proving that guy killed a bunch of students but none of the video shows Nick, leaving his death just as much of a mystery as it started out as. But hey, that's okay, because Sarah is just fine with that answer.
In conclusion, if you're looking for an interesting mystery novel with depth and an engaging story, this is not the book for you. The ending is hardly worth slogging through 281 pages to get to and I sincerely hope you haven't paid any money to read this book. If you have, I hope you kept the receipt because you should return it and spend your time on better pursuits.
If I could give this book a lower rating than one star, I would. There is nothing about this book that compels me to investigate the second one in the series and the fact that this was ever published is nothing short of incredible.