KIRKUS REVIEW
When Phoebe Miller spots a mysterious vehicle parking on her Chicagoland street every day, the silhouette of the driver sitting there for hours at a time, she has no idea the mayhem that's about to be set loose.
After all, Phoebe already has enough to worry about. Her late father, the infamous Daniel Noble, may have left her financially set for life, but he also saddled her with his notoriety. Exposed as a womanizer and rapist, he’s left her little choice but to hunker down inside her mansion to escape the glare of public shame. Her husband, Wyatt, with his incessant harping on babies—whether gotten by fertility treatments or adoption—isn’t helping. Phoebe can barely wait for him to leave for work each day. What’s an heiress to do but drink away her days? That is, until the new neighbors arrive, offering distractions. Despite her volatile and alcoholic husband, Vicki Napier may turn out to be Phoebe’s new best friend. But Phoebe isn’t just an overly privileged woman who likes her cabernet sauvignon a little too much: Like her father, she gets what she wants when she wants it. And Vicki’s 18-year-old hunk of a son, Jake, catches Phoebe’s sensual attentions immediately. Soon, the little cul-de-sac at the end of a Lake Forest road is writhing with passion and intrigue—all ominously surveilled by the driver of the mysterious car. Dickson’s debut novel swoops and swirls through startling plot twists and multiple perspectives, opening doors into the dark secrets lurking in her characters’ pasts. Adept at crafting unlikable characters who make despicable decisions, Dickson also manages to make us care about these potential villains, because they, too, have been wronged. So when someone ends up murdered, fingers point in multiple directions, and every suspect has reason to chill our bones or break our hearts.
A Hitchcock-ian thriller from a new voice worth noting.
