This was the second of Ms. Jance's novels that I've read. I was just about ready to not finish it, but I pressed on anyway.
I think that my main problem with this book, along with the other book of hers, Fire and Ice, was that there was way too much going on. I don't mind murder mystery/suspense novels where we get a peek into the live of whoever the hero is, because it makes the protagonist seem like an average person. (Oh my gosh, Ali likes sweet rolls a coffee! I do, too!)
What I don't like is when there's so many sub-plots going on, and at times, I forget that certain plots even existed.
The prologue of the book starts out with a man being murdered and then a woman finding him the next morning. Okay, neat. Murder mystery.
Lol, guess again, because now, we're going to get into the head of this sad, middle-aged woman who was first fired from her job, and then her soon-to-be ex-husband was brutally murdered. ...Um, okay? And since the book spent so much time focusing on Ali and the multiple stories that were going on around her, by the time that the book bothered to get back to the murder that was introduced on the very first page, I'd completely forgotten all about it.
But, somewhere around the half-way point, things started to slowly come together, and while everything (more or less) connected at the end, I still stand by my original statement that this book had waaaay too many sub-plots going on: the murder/crazy old lady, the story with Kip and his family, Crystal and the two pedophiles... And those were only just the ones that might be considered "suspense". The story was also packed full of little, personal dramas, like a really minor sub-story about an old lady that Ali knew who had cancer.
All in all, it wasn't a horrible read, but I'm not so sure if I'm going to be picking up any more of Ms. Jance's works again in the future.