The first half of this novella is fantastic. Deaver's snappy effective prose manages to carry the story, and his sketches of the small bundle of characters and the story's various settings help us get acquainted with the stakes at hand and the complete set of suspects.
Then the second half of the novella happens, and my hopes for a magnificent finale deflate significantly. I'm still in love with the novella and Deaver's fantastic style. Deaver is a great writer (especially the Rhyme Lincoln novels, not the short stories), but in this novella, he's topped his game.