If you open a book and the introduction describes a killer, a victim, a suspect and a lawyer, you would expect them all to feature in the book. Not so in this rather contrived novel. The murderer stalks the city of Angels killing at will and with enough skill that he or she is never seen much less caught. Then...pfft! He's gone, from the scene and the book. We have a dead woman who is not at all what she seems to be but we never really find out who she is or was but then we discover that it does not really matter; she is simply a dead woman, which is enough. We have a young apprentice lawyer who is old beyond her years who outsmarts everyone in the book, even herself. And of course, we have a suspect who is as contrived as the overall plot.
The story is a pot-boiler whodunnit with a slow build-up to the trial, a red herring of a diary that appears to have no relevance to the story but is worth killing and dying for and a bunch of amateur FBI agents and even more amateur assassins. We also have a mysterious cartel but no real explanation of what they are up to save they are guilty of inspiring silence!
Without going into the detail of the plot, or lack thereof, I was grossly put off by the unendingly tedious use of unnecessary and awfully pointless adverbs. Here are a small sample of just a very few of them;... and blue suede shoes turned slowly as reporters,... he recorded a video of Rita’s first encounter with the Californian press gently??? when she started down the staircase slowly,... sight of Rita walking gracefully away from the courthouse,... Flick slapped him lightly on the shoulder, .... She glanced searchingly,... Frowning, she walked slowly,... walking at a leisurely pace, ... Walking haughtily,... Bruce reached quietly, ...Leland inhaled deeply and,... he watched Rita calmly,... receptionist who smiled, shyly.... Pausing dramatically, he gazed toward,... As her head whirled confusedly,... She clasped her leather handbag gently,... Standing quietly beside her, ... The D.A. rose gracefully,... he stood gallantly in front of the jury,... He puckered his face when Rita rose benignly to her feet....Bruce rose slowly,... making his way stealthily toward the,... watching him disinterestedly.... as it swirled grossly toward the roof of the car, etc, etc, etc!
The breathless, 'Golly, Gosh, Fellow' manner of speech is befitting a thirteen-year-old who has yet to learn how to talk in an adult manner and eschews the use of profanity. Have you ever heard anyone say, Gosh or Golly? No, neither have I. People talk out loud in a room where they have just found a bug? How dumb is that? “My ward has been bugged; the men of ALTAMA have been listening to our conversation. Gosh! I’m as good as dead.” and sure enough, a few pages later, he's dead! Several people talk out loud, cry, moan or exclaim when they are alone. It just does not happen.
Technically, the author has a safety catch on a revolver, he has no idea of Miranda Rights and he allows two witnesses to take the stand together in a courthouse. We have 50 kilometres in LA and a corpse who adorns herself. We have an explosion powerful enough to destroy a house and rain rubble down on Rita who stands up and walks away with just a scratch? Either the blast killed her or the falling rubble which buried her killed her but she did not walk away with just a scratch.
As far as the writing errors go, we have; Till is where we keep money in shops, 'til is what should have been written. Susan was apparelled? I'm pregnant for you? The old woman poised her walking-stick? She wears metal-rimmed glasses over her eyes? Where else? We now know for a fact that at the time,….could have been replaced with the word, when.
I am afraid I found the style childish, with descriptive passages and fashion items, make-up and shoe details that grated in what is meant to be a thriller. For the first sixty or so pages I often thought it was a tongue in cheek comedy thriller but no, it went on to try and be serious but for me, failed to live up to expectations.
The lead charachters had no depth, indeed, when they expired, I felt nothing but pity that they were so stupid as to have put themselves and others in harms' way. The dialogue was false, unnatural and simply not believable. Who says things like; "and anyway your scandal empire will collapse like a pack of cards. Now if you humble yourself and marry me we shall hush up the ugly part.". and “Ron’s film never got the financial backing he had hoped for,” he muttered, “and the son of a bitch dumped me for a younger lover.” Tears flowed freely down his cheeks as this thought rocked him. “For years, I stubbornly believed I could get into the movies. Had I not landed the Glennon park job, I might have done something pretty silly,” he reminisced. “That job was my salvation,” he breathed. “It made Christmas visits to Mom possible, I’m sure as hell she lived for nothing else.”
Sadly, such passages and the lack of interest in the fate of the shallow and often simple leads made this book very difficult to finish.