I was bored by this popular Ridley Pearson novel. I know, I know, I'm going against the tide of opinion here. A lot of comments say it was "exciting", "fast-paced", "chilling" - to me, it was none of that.
James Dewitt, formerly a forensic criminalist, has suffered a horrendous loss - his wife and one of his daughters was murdered by a defendant on trial for arson in the Monterey County Courthouse. Now a detective sergeant working for the city of Carmel, he and his remaining teenage daughter, Emmy, have begun a new life. Despite the new title and responsibilities, Dewitt is familiar with police work and feels comfortable with dead bodies and crime scenes. It's a good thing, too, because the first suspicious death he is called out to turns out to be a politically tricky one. The dead man, found in his car asphyxiated by auto exhaust, is none other than the husband of an outspoken Republican State Representative, Jessica Joyce Osbourne. Looking at the car and the man, Dewitt finds himself doubting this is a suicide. When he reports his suspicion to Clarence Hindeman, Carmel's Chief of Police, he discovers himself in the middle of a political tug-of-war between those who want the cause of death to be declared suicide and his own opinion of a murder having been committed. Discovering his 14-year-old daughter Emmy nude at a teen party has him wondering if he is able to handle either situation at home or work, but fortunately he meets Clare O'Daly, lab technician, who has something magical about her. Is it possible he can start a new relationship?
To me, this was phoned-in fiction, written like a painting-by-numbers kit. Every aspect about it was a quick sidewalk artist sketch. Meh.