As our novel begins, NYC divorce attorney Quinn Jones Chang is well and happily married to international investment banker Jordan Chang, When she is informed that her husband has committed suicide by jumping from their home’s second floor balcony, she immediately goes into denial.
No, he is not dead. No, they have mis-identified the body. No, he had absolutely no reason to commit suicide. And, yes, if he is truly dead then he was murdered.
Yes, the detectives admit that it would have been difficult to jump from that balcony without striking a lower ledge, but not impossible. Yes, the body would normally have landed differently in a jump, but that position is not impossible, either. Yes, the head injuries are a bit unusually placed for that kind of fall, but not impossible to have occurred. Yes, the injuries to his hands and arms look like offensive injuries rather than the results of landing on concrete, but there are no defensive injuries either.
And no, it doesn’t matter that Quinn says he is wearing clothes he never bought, the tailored suit he wore only an hour before not only gone from his body but from the premises entirely. No, it doesn’t matter that a vase that would probably match the head wound is missing, that the furniture and rugs have been rearranged and that the dog – a herding and guard breed – has cuts all over its chest.
No, if it remotely looks like a duck, sort of quacks like a duck, then it is a duck – a suicide-committing duck. Case solved, clearance rate numbers preserved, and on to the next of the other 18 cases piled up on the detectives’ desks.
But Quinn won’t take any of these “explanations” as truth. As she slowly emerges from her cloud of grief, she decides to investigate on her own, particularly when the probate process reveals some alarming and – to her, unknown – facts. Plus, there’s that black Cadillac Escalade that tries repeatedly to mow her down when she is caught on foot crossing a busy intersection.
The premise, and excerpt, of this story really intrigued me when I nominated the title for publication in the Kindle Scout program. Receiving a free copy prior to official publication obligates me in no way to provide a positive review, or any review at all, for that matter. However, since this appears to be only the second work by this author over a 10-year span, I feel it deserves attention.
First, the writing flows easily from scene to scene. The descriptions of people, places and objects are precise and easily visualized. Secondly, the emotions that are evoked by the phrasing is spot-on and moving. Thirdly, there are only a few editing errors, mostly missing prepositions, but nothing that interrupts the flow of the narrative. And finally, the characters of Quinn and her three eventual sidekicks are written beautifully, with depth, humor and consistency.
Unfortunately, all this good is counteracted, in my opinion, by three tactics on the part of the author. First, there is a fatal flaw in the main premise of the storyline – that the detectives rule Jordan’s death a suicide with no possibility of murder as an option. Without that plot device there is no justification for Quinn to become an amateur sleuth. (By the way, this is not a cozy. While there may be absolutely no sex within the pages, there is plenty of graphic violence.)
However, in reading the details of the unusual findings that the detectives ignore, the writer does not come out and say – but the reader clearly feels – that the body has been moved prior to official discovery. And – SPOILER ALERT – it comes out that the body is, indeed, moved from the concrete to the basement, where the clothes are changed out, and then the body placed back on the concrete.
Harassed, hurried, overworked or not, there is no way the detectives could have missed that. At the very least, there would have been smears in the blood spatter and overlay of smears and body fluids because the body could not, statistically, be put back in exactly the same spot or position as when it landed. The author has simply violated the laws of physics, in a non-science fiction text, to establish the reason for the rest of her story.
The second problem with the novel is the time line. The storyline takes place over 15 months, but the placement of events within that time is inconsistent. On one page, we may be told it’s one month, only to be told, several paragraphs later that it’s another month. On other occasions we are told an event is to occur two days later, only to find it not happening for a week and two days later.
The three attempts to kill Quinn are also a timeline problem, there being months between attempts rather than days. Granted it gives the author plenty of pages to write Quinn’s investigative endeavors, but it doesn’t feel “real.” And speaking of reality, the sophistication and timing of the hits does not jive with the impromptu locations and/or the variable dynamics prior to the hits. Apparently, like the movement of the body, Ms Whitehead may feel that if she doesn’t concern herself with such details, the reader won’t think about them either.
The last problem that took a 5-star premise to a 3-star actuality is the last chapter. The ending of the story is a confusion of the solved and the unresolved. Now, don’t get me wrong – there is no cliffhanger. The murder of Jordan Chang is solved and the guilty parties pay.
But the personal resolution for Quinn is left in a confusing jumble of words and images. Three months have disappeared from the timeline. It feels like important events alluded to earlier may have transpired but we are not really sure. Yet the final paragraphs do not have the feel of a hook leading to a follow-up novel, either. Whether the author ran out of words on her contract and made an attempt to condense, I do not know. But I do know that it came across as another case of not dealing with plausible details.
As a postscript, any author who, in a promotional blurb, likens her heroine to Stephanie Plum is potentially doing herself a grave financial disservice. Fortunately, that comment was not in the original blurb or I would not have gone anywhere near the book. And, fortunately, Quinn Jones Chang shares no resemblance to Plum in the slightest. She is a beautiful character and it was a pleasure to meet her.