A body is discovered in an empty Atlanta warehouse. It’s the body of an ex-cop, and from the moment Special Agent Will Trent walks in he knows this could be the most devastating case of his career. Bloody footprints leading away from the scene reveal that another victim – a woman – has left the scene and vanished into thin air. And, worst of all, the warehouse belongs to the city’s biggest, most politically-connected, most high-profile athlete – a local hero protected by the world’s most expensive lawyers. A local hero Will has spent the last six months investigating on a brutal rape charge.
“Faith gripped the steering wheel. “I hate rape cases. You don’t throw a murder case to a jury and they ask, ‘Well, was the guy really murdered or is he lying because he wants the attention? And what was he doing in that part of town? And why was he drinking? And what about all those murderers he dated before?”
But for Will – and also for Dr Sara Linton, the GBI’s newest medical examiner – the case is about to get even worse. Because an unexpected discovery at the scene reveals a personal link to Will’s troubled past. The consequences will wreak havoc on his life and the lives of those he loves, those he works with, and those he pursues.
But Sara’s scene-of-the-crime diagnosis is that they only have a few hours to find the missing woman before she bleeds out .
“It’s never going to catch up with her, is it?” He said, “The people she hurts, The damage she does.”
“Trust me, Will. Life always makes you pay for your personality.” Amanda gave him a rueful smile. “It catches up with her every single second of the day.”
This was a pretty disappointing read for me. After a strong start (first few chapters), I’ve completely lost interest as the characters seem to know each other, everybody slept with everybody and one of the missing people involved is the main lead’s wife. I think picking up book 8 in a series is not a great idea…
All the characters do not seem to grow a lot (by half-book I was pretty much bored with everyone involved) and Angie (Will’s missing wife) seems to steal the show. She’s like a massive black hole, swallowing the space in the book and acting as the driving force of everyone else in it. Or, to put it another way, she’s the one in bright, vivid colour and anyone else is insipid, pale nothings.
What I didn’t like while I was reading: the women all seem to hate each other more than the main hero hates and diminishes them as sex objects. Slut shaming all around, everyone is damaged beyond repair and only wants to keep hurting (others and themselves). It’s gory just for the sake of shocking, with no purpose to the stories. Stories, by the way that have been getting way too convoluted.
“If you wanted to know shit about a woman, all you had to do was ask the woman who was pretending to be her friend.”
Everyone has a secret past, a tortured soul and little conscience. Oh, and children. Almost everyone has secret children. Sighs…
“Some people are born with a hole inside them. They spend their lives trying to fill it. Sometimes it’s pills, sometimes it’s Jesus.”
I saw stellar reviews and people ranting about how amazing this book was but they must have seen something else in here I was unable to find: entertainment. I couldn’t find anything to elevate my heart rate or to make me think I was reading a thriller. It was pure drudgery and I willed myself to go through it at normal pace and not skip bits but every now and then I would catch myself scanning over a paragraph to see what was going on:
- Will talking to Sara
- Sara complaining about her son
- Will makes some vulgar comments
- Angie appears as a woman in shambles
- Will is reminiscing about Angie in favour of his current lay
- A woman is unsure about something..
All in all, I’ve overestimated Karin Slaughter to give me an entertaining read. It was vile.
“Will had underestimated the man’s doucheness. Faith could smell it coming off him like damp in a basement.”
Sigh. Charity pile. 1/5