Wow! Agghhjjkd! Oh, sorry, I just blurted out meaningless letters because I’m shaken to my core, walking around with a face that looks like I’ve had 30 Botox injections. If I were a real celebrity, they’d ship me off to the Wax Museum and position me right next to Queen Elizabeth. I’m a statue now, emotionless! (Basically, I look like Nicole Kidman, and I’ve always sworn off cosmetic surgery. Now, I feel like the daughter of a cyborg. Dammit!)
Of course, I’m giving this book five gazillion stars! This is the kind of story that steals your heart and magnetically pulls your hands toward it. Once you pick it up, you won’t be able to put it down—even if it’s doomsday and zombies from World War Z are banging on your door!
To the brilliant author of Escape Room (whose book forced me to undergo a brain cell transplant because I burned out my old ones trying to solve the mystery): Brava! Congratulations! Felicidades! Congratulazioni! Toutes nos félicitations! Herzliche Glückwünsche!
I’ve rebooted my brain, fixed my language settings, and I can write in English again! No more gibberish. Now, let’s talk about this book:
The author’s dual POV storytelling is phenomenal. Rachel and Hannah’s narratives are utterly captivating. The podcast sections of the book? Genius! You’ll find yourself canceling plans, calling in sick, and burying yourself under a blanket just to finish it—which is exactly what I did!
Rachel is the kind of podcast host I wish existed in real life. (If you’re addicted to Serial, Criminal, or Up and Vanished like I am, you’ll absolutely adore her too.) She’s brave, curious, analytical, and completely married to her job. Though divorced, Rachel’s only real connection to the outside world seems to be her producer. She’s tough, smart, and the kind of heroine we’re all searching for. Trust me, by the end of this book, you’ll want her back chasing new crime stories.
Rachel heads to the small town of Neapolis to investigate Olympic swimmer Scott Blair, the town’s golden boy, who is accused of raping a 16-year-old girl—the police chief’s granddaughter. If she weren’t the chief’s granddaughter, there likely wouldn’t even be a trial. The townspeople are disturbingly skilled at burying the truth and refusing to talk about it.
During her lunch break at a random diner, Rachel finds an envelope on her car. It’s from a woman named Hannah, who insists her sister, Jenny Stills, was murdered 25 years ago—even though police reports claim she drowned. Hannah begs Rachel for help.
At first, Rachel has no intention of getting involved. But she can’t ignore the inconsistencies in Jenny’s case, and Hannah’s persistence becomes impossible to overlook. The more Rachel digs, the more she realizes that Hannah might be right—and that both cases could be connected.
And that’s where I stop, letting you read the rest. I’ll just say this: a stunning, heart-wrenching, soul-shaking ending awaits you!
I also suspect there will be sequels (the ending strongly hints at it), and I’d love to know more about Mitch Alkins—his backstory and the case that brought him back to his hometown, leading him to change careers.
Overall: I. LOVED. IT. SO. MUCH.
Special thanks to NetGalley and St. Martin’s Press for the ARC of the best thriller of 2020 in exchange for my honest review. Megan Godin, I’m officially in love with both of your books. Please keep creating masterpieces!