It's becoming harder for authors to find an original plotline and even harder not to give their chief protagonist as murky past or, even worse, a very troubled past. This one is no exception.
In place of a troubled detective we have a troubled smalltime crime reporter from Chicago sent down south to investigate a couple of child murders in her home town.
There are so many clues set out in this book that you have trouble not stumbling over them. Some of the characters are acutely drawn, especially those from the 'old' country, still clinging to an age which has passed them by. But the modern day people, especially the youngsters, seem out of kilter. Maybe it's me not having had a sheltered upbringing but I just couldn't relate to the activities of these juveniles.
Camille Preaker, the cub reporter, is no gung-ho heroine but her quietly intrusive questioning ellicits all sorts of information from the peers of her school days, most of which leads to her, albeit slowly, to conclude just who did kill the girls. There's some love (?) interest on the side - obviously a detective - and an ending which rather abruptly brings the matter to the conclusion of it all.
I can't say I was thrilled but it is a book with a different, if annoying, character as the main player but whether I could read another 300 pages about her is another matter. I'll have a rethink when the author's next book comes into view.