Who is the pseudonymous Walter White, and why is he, or she, or somebody else duplicating the break-in, the stabbing, the poisoning, and the drowning the author chronicled in the five-volume Midnight Mystery series currently being gobbled up by members of Winnipeg’s Mystery Au Lait Cafe book club? Accountant Sarah Petursson, who had started reading a recently discovered cache of her dead mother’s journals just in time for her reading matter to get stolen, is soon caught up in another mystery: Who was the man who fathered her? As the identities of White and Sarah’s dad become inexorably linked, her kleptomaniac psychiatrist neighbor is found dead in her bathtub; her ex-husband’s current girlfriend, reporter Cady Brown, hot on the trail of White’s agent, is brutally stabbed; and Gregory, the assistant to the publisher of her dead mother’s poems, is poisoned. As Zina, the mystery book club owner, and her customers diligently scour White’s fiction for clues, White’s royalties soar, and there are rumors of a just-unearthed sixth volume in the series. Where is it, who owns the rights to it, and what does it predict for the next homicide? A gentle ghost wafts by Sarah now and then determined to point her in the right direction, which she finally reaches after a confrontation with a vengeful wife and son and a big assist from a new love.
Clunky prose, manipulative plotting, and enough red herrings to smell up a fish store.