Before you read this book, read the Wikipedia page about the Lindbergh kidnapping. Then ask yourself if you'll be okay reading a book by an author that so obviously tried to cash in on that by writing this thinly veiled novel shortly after Charles Lindbergh died. Then wonder how this would have been written if the author had known how racist Lindbergh was, and how he had three secret families (two of them with a pair of sisters!) in Europe that no one found out about until the early 2000s. Also, be prepared for an awful epilogue. But, it was refreshing to read a detective story that didn't have to rely on over the top violence for its plot - just implausible decisions by characters and a lot of coincidence. It's also possible that I'm a bit mad at myself for not figuring out the twist until just before it was revealed.