All too familiar, all too sad: the police ignore leads, maybe due to intimidation from the local mafia, and a murder case goes cold. Sounds like Lois Duncan, her husband and family members went out on a limb to investigate leads, doing the work of the police. Why do I believe her version of this scenario? Because it happened to my own family. Julie Benning, Iowa Cold Case # 7600382. Forty years later, citizens and family members are still asking questions and chasing down leads, while the police, the BCI and even the FBI have uncovered nothing.
Lois Duncan captures the vast range of emotions that go with the loss of a child, a parent imagining what might have done to prevent it, the gaping hole of "not knowing." It's one thing to lose a loved one to natural causes or natural disasters, but it's a whole new ballgame when some unidentified person (walking free) has stolen a person's life, for reasons we have to dig, dig, dig to discern or guess at, even knowing there is no good reason, NOBODY deserves to be executed the way so many teenage girls have been, all too often because they "know something" (usually about drug traffickers). The police are either complicit (getting a cut of the profits) are terrified (threats against their own loved ones if they arrest anyone). If I sound like a conspiracy theorist, check out Netflix's addition of the show "Narcos" about a real-life drug trafficker and his tatics.
Some reviewers condemn this book for the interviews with psychics. Interesting, Greta Alexander was asked to work on my sister's case in 1976. Three officials visited her, and one of the police officers was "hostile," which interfered with her ability to work on the case. She also may have been fed misinformation about the case (a certain police officer was known for this, and I'm still trying to learn if he was the one who set Greta on edge). Both Greta and Betty Muensch (the one most quoted in Duncan's book) have since died.
I don't put stock in psychics, mediums, hopes of reincarnation or an afterlife, but I would love, love, love to find out that telepathy, ESP, and survival of the spirit do in fact occur. My sister hasn't given me any signs of being "out there" and aware of us, but I like to think it's because the minute she shook off the ol' mortal coil, she was bounding off to rock in the clouds with Jim Croce, Jimi Hendrix, Freddy Mercury, and a pantheon of rock stars she loved. If this life is a transition to some next life, Julie moved on, and fast, and I don't blame her.
But if she could come back and answer a few questions, the way Duncan's daughter evidently did, that'd be great (hello, Julie?).
I cannot dispute or discredit any of the psychic phenomena Duncan experienced or described here. Some of Betty Muensch's commentaries were long-winded and vague, and I skipped over a lot of those passages. "There will be this" and "there will be a that," and all this odd sounding stuff, went over my head, but I read Duncan's intrerpretations.
One thing I know: authors do indeed seem to have a flair for prophecy. I know a woman who wrote a novel, then met one of her fictional characters in real life, and the similarities were so great, she wrote him right out of the novel rather than risk being sued for libel.
In 1985, I outlined a novel and started writing it in 1990. Five years later, I had a son, daughter, daughter, and their personalities match up with the son, daughter, daughter in my novel. I'm *almost* afraid to write anything dark, for fear that it will come to pass.
In all, this is a heartfelt, honest, gut-wrenching story of a family who have lost a loved one and gotten far too little cooperation or help from the police in getting the killer(s) off the streets. How many others die because some naive young girl's life doesn't matter enough to justify the expense of getting the police to pound the pavement, make arrests and get killers behind bars?