This book is nothing better than fodder for grocery store bargain bins. It reads like some old lady's CSI fan fiction (which, I suppose, is pretty damn close to what it is). Johansen's ham-fisted attempt at navigating the mystery genre had me on the edge of my seat as I was counting down the pages until this self-indulgent tripe was finished.
The character construction is shoddy, at best. Eve Duncan is the middle-aged woman's answer to Nancy Drew, with none of the charm, intellect, or (presumably) good looks. Her natural talent for getting herself involved in painfully endless dramatic scenarios is only heightened by her complete inability to do anything but get in the way of their resolution. The author seems to have written a character so weak, helpless and meddlesome that one could venture to suggest that she's put the women's liberation movement all the way back to the early 1900s. Eve Duncan seems to only hold a gun when one is thrust into her hands by a well-meaning and indulgent member of the patriarchy, most of whom treat her like an idiot who would be better off staying on the side-lines -- apparently for her own safety, but it reads more like the menfolk don't want a troublesome woman getting in the way while they take care of adult business. Even Eve's male love interest, Joe, forced her to stay away from the action several times, simply because he felt her presence would prevent him from doing his job to the best of his ability. The author is apparently incapable of manipulating this character trait to her advantage, and instead of developing a strong female character who succeeds in spite of the roadblocks placed her way by the males in her life, Johansen creates a bumbling, delusional, emotionally-compromised woman who can reconstruct a face, but can't reconstruct her life after the death of her daughter.
And what can be said about Eve's surrogate daughter, Jane? The twelve year old, bursting with so-called street-smarts, is apparently representative of what is good and pure in the world. She is supposed to exist as a foil for Eve's own jaded personality. However, this goal is never fully reached, as Jane's character is so painfully underdeveloped that she provides nothing to the plot progression, and only serves as a constant reminder of how weak and pathetic Eve is -- presumably not the kind of foil the author was looking for). Jane is just another unfortunate female character caught in Johansen's crosshairs.
This book was painful to endure. I have never been so thoroughly unimpressed with an author and am disappointed that my stubbornness prevented me from stopping reading this book entirely. I am baffled that this book has been so well-received on this website.