I had high hopes for this installment with Christine being on the road and involved in a murder mystery -- but when she'd already returned home from her trip by page 60, I knew I was in trouble. The rest of the story couldn't have been more boring, as it mainly consisted of Chris sitting at home calling a bunch of strangers over and over, with an occasional face to face meeting with someone locally. She doesn't even solve the murder -- the answer just falls into her lap.
Once again, it made no sense whatsoever that Chris would be involved in this. She takes a trip to Arizona, which prompts her to think about a classmate (who wasn't even a friend) who died out there 20 years ago, which prompts her to befriend the kid's mother out of nowhere and insinuate herself into her life and solving the old case. It gets even more ridiculous when her husband the cop encourages and assists his civilian wife in solving a case that has absolutely nothing to do with her.
People just give Chris information, having no idea who she is. When she has a falling out with the classmate's mother, the lady's doctor calls Chris, basically a total stranger not only to him but to the lady herself, to "mediate the dispute." He then, as her will's executor, takes Chris with him to view the lady's safety deposit box and gives her things to Chris. The whole thing was so far out there that it was almost laughable.
I like Lee Harris, so it's a shame to see her drag this series out way past its time, especially when she has a good thing going with the Jane Bauer series. This series should've been retired awhile ago, and it's painful to see it go on and just keep going further and further down the toilet.