I first read Cry Wolf when I was fifteen. I remember becoming completely absorbed in the story, the author’s descriptions of the bayous and the different facets of Louisiana culture. Half a lifetime later, I’m pleased that the story is still good, the characters still vivid, and the conclusion, still quite dramatic.
Written in the early part of the nineties, computers are hardly in evidence (Newspaper clippings? Really? But I kid!), cell phones aren’t mentioned, and it would be nearly a decade before the public would be under the impression that CSIs and the BAU did all the investigating.
Laurel Chandler, who the media labeled “the attorney who cried wolf,” has come home to Bayou Breaux to recover. She had obsessively devoted herself to a big case, which she lost. She not only lost the case; she lost her husband and her sanity as well. After leaving the mental institution, she goes to her Aunt Caroline’s home, trying not to think too hard about what she’ll do next. Her sister Savannah has her own reasons for being glad to have Laurel home. It gives her a chance to be the caretaker of someone rather than just the town slut, a niche she’s carved out with relish over the years.
Jack Boudreaux is a good-time boy, whose friends can hardly believe is the best-selling author of horror novels. There are rumors that he has a tragic past of his own, spoken of in whispers when he leaves the room. Laurel, who looks like a wilted flower, but has a spine of steel, intrigues him. At first he’s just flirting, but soon they’re spending a good deal of time together.
Unfortunately, their intentions to just “pass a good time” are stalled when a killer who has been plaguing the surrounding parishes enters Bayou Breaux.
Tami Hoag did an excellent job creating a foreboding atmosphere in this book. The swamps and bayous are almost characters in their own right. As a teen I thought the characters Laurel and Jack wonderfully tragic, now I find them less appealing. Still, even though I knew the end, I read eagerly to the conclusion.