Having read all the 5-star raves, I had been hoping for a good legal mystery or thriller. While “The Last Lie Told” shows some promise at the beginning, it goes on to prove itself woefully deficient in many areas.
Initially, main character Finley O’Sullivan seems like she will be an interesting character. The daughter of a powerful judge, the victim of rape during her husband’s murder, and a former prosecutor on suspension because she blew up in court, she now works as an investigator for the top-notch but alcoholic attorney who is her godfather. A strong, determined woman beset by conflict, both internal and external, she seems a character that readers can grow to like and root for.
Additionally, in the beginning, author Debra Webb seems fairly skilled at planting the kinds of questions that keep readers turning the pages to discover the answers.
Unfortunately, the novel quickly loses credibility. The author seems to have very little knowledge of the law, criminal prosecution or defense, or lawyers and the rules they must live by—which is a big problem if you’re writing a novel about the law.
For example, she has the supposedly top-notch attorney agree to represent the wife and daughters, or “family,” of a murder victim. But each of the three family members is a suspect in her own right. Which means that the interests of all three conflict. In the face of such glaring conflicts—conflicts that any first-year law student would recognize—no competent attorney would agree to represent more than one of them.
This is a glaring error—as glaring as twice—yes, twice—referring to an attorney as “council” (meaning a committee or board or commission) instead of using the correct appellation: “counsel” (meaning advisor or advocate) And there are many more.
For instance, Finley, an attorney, thinks she can break laws and ethical rules because she’s working, not as a lawyer, but as a “legal investigator.” Wrong. It doesn’t matter what job she’s doing, she’s still bound by the legal and ethical duties applicable to all attorneys. And, as talented an attorney as she is supposed to be, she would know that. She also thinks that if she's the one to break the rules, her godfather will be shielded from any blowback. As a talented attorney, she surely would know that she is her godfather's agent and that he is responsible for her conduct.
It's also clear that the author knows very little about prisons. Finley seems to be able to waltz in and out of one of Tennessee's state prisons and interview anyone she pleases, either legitimately or by subterfuge. Sorry, prisons just don’t work that way.
Equally disappointing, although Finley is supposed to be a top-notch investigator, her skills beyond interviewing—what makes her special as an investigator—are left unexplored. And although the novel takes place in Nashville and involves the music industry, readers will learn almost nothing about either.
Bottom line? In my opinion, this novel was poorly researched and lacks the necessary understanding of the worlds and concepts it seeks to explore.
I also found the quality of the writing to be very uneven. At times, the prose is clear and straightforward. At others, it’s awkward and graceless and padded with unnecessary and irrelevant descriptions that add nothing to the story. And it’s filled with clichés! Consider the following passage:
"She suspected the DA, the chief, maybe even the mayor wanted her to fade quietly into the sunset. She was a thorn of some sort in their collective sides. 'I’m not asking you to walk around on eggshells forever,' Matt urged. 'Just until I have a handle on what’s going down.'" Webb, Debra. The Last Lie Told (Finley O’Sullivan) (p. 69). Thomas & Mercer. Kindle Edition.
Four, possibly five, clichés in four sentences? That’s got to be some kind of record.
The writing is also way overburdened by descriptions of characters’ physical reactions based on their feelings: guts wrench; heads explode; faces blank; deep breaths are inhaled; stomachs churn; eyes roll; etc., etc.
And for those readers who are offended by profanity, be aware: there’s a lot of it in this novel.
Finally, the solution to the main mystery is neither surprising nor particularly original. It’s telegraphed along the way, and it’s been done before in books, movies, and on TV. Other, more minor mysteries are left unresolved, apparently to be revisited in the next and/or succeeding volumes.
The novel’s “About the Author” section states, among other things, that Ms. Webb has written more than 150 novels. That’s a big accomplishment. But based on this performance, I have to wonder whether quality has been sacrificed for quantity.