This was a perfectly mediocre novel in most of the ways a novel can be mediocre - prose, dialogue, romance, and mystery. I did get very invested in trying to predict who The Voice was going to turn out to be, but Lowell employed some obfuscating tactics that make the big bad more difficult to pin down.
One of these tactics is the fluctuation of POVs. Each chapter we follow one character, but we swap around subjective POV narration from various characters in those chapters. It’s not 3rd person omniscient, but each chapter certainly isn’t what you would categorize as “limited”POV at all. For example, a Kate chapter will have plenty of Sam’s inner perspective thoughts (mostly horny about her hair and her lemony scent) sprinkled in. Same thing with Sharon and Peyton’s chapters, and the effect is that everyone *seems* to be equally ignorant/innocent of the Purcell murder/the existence of the Seven Sins etc.
The other tactic is absolutely hysterical. Sharon, after her sapphire heist goes wrong and she had to kill Lee, uses her handy dandy gel boobs, platinum wig, and blue colored contact lenses (which she apparently travels with just in case she needs them for disguise even though she has God-given naturally nondescript features) to lay the groundwork for the “Lee ran off with a woman to Aruba” story. She glams up and pawns off the emerald-cut sapphire to a bisexual gang-connected dude who VERY CONFIDENTLY clocks her as a drag queen because of the gel boobs. The “we can always tell” crowd is shaking in their boots. Curiously, he does not take note of the colored contact lenses, though he admires her “Florida sky” eyes during the scene.
This drag queen misapprehension is pivotal to the obfuscation of our big bad, because if he had just thought she was a woman, it would have narrowed our field of suspects down to literally just Sharon. She and Kate are basically the only named female characters in the whole book.
Anyway, I end the book with questions remaining - did Sharon know who Jaime was? And that he would send the sapphire to LA and Peyton’s basement gem cutting floor? Probably not, I guess, BUT that’s the only explanation for why The Voice has beef with Peyton Hall’s corrupt cutters. She was mad that the sapphire was resold ‘as is’ instead of re-cut as Peyton would have preferred. But then, when the sapphire shows up at the Scottsdale gem show, why does she freak out and have the Purcell’s murdered? Tracing the provenance of the emerald cut sapphire would only lead back to the big boobed blonde she so cleverly planted the story of. So bruh.
Switching lenses of critique from the mystery to the romance, I must say that Kate’s “human vs cop” obsession gets very grating at a certain point. Whenever Sam says something, she has to think “that’s just the cop, not the human” vice versa. It’s lame and tiring AND ironic. It’s ironic because from Sam’s POV, he’s doing a positively superhuman job of being both focused on crime solving AND lusting after Kate at the same exact time. There is no “cop Sam” “human Sam” division, which Kate does eventually figure out. I suppose that qualifies as a character arc for her. I also want to add the obligatory, they-only-met-5-days-ago complaint here, but it didn’t bother me too much I guess.
I wish we could have had more sapphire lore. We don’t even get to officially know which cuts the rest of the sapphires were! A tragedy. Except for the oval cut one Sharon brings to the strike force. Obliquely, I *think* the sapphires might be the cuts Sam lists off when he’s questioning the gem dude, Stafford - heart shaped, cabochon, brilliant-cut, oval, emerald, square and pear-shaped. But *technically* we never find out for certain. Frustrating!
Finally, I can’t believe the sexist, homophobic POS Ted Sizemore gets to say “the color of death. Sapphire blue.” EW. Also he’s wrong. We literally find out in chapter one, from Lee’s perspective, that the color of death is black. Hehe.