Too many kidnappings, abusive men, and damaged women spoil the broth.
An indomitable rookie crime reporter with a deeply troubled past pursues an even more disturbed serial kidnapper.
Sawyer Brooks was orphaned a month ago when her mother, who’d long covered for her abusive, pedophiliac husband, shot him to death and was shot in turn by one of her own daughters––Sawyer's sister Aria. Growing up in that family, Sawyer has learned to accept her place at the foot of the table—a spot she now fills at the Sacramento Independent, where she survives on the crumbs that fall from the plate of veteran reporter David Lutz. But she can’t let go of the disappearance of 12-year-old Riley Addison. She can’t believe that Riley was harmed by Mark Brennan, the piano teacher from whose doorstep she vanished—even though he grew up in a nearby town that was home to another victim three years ago. When she challenges Detective Perez, whose wrath she already incurred in Don’t Make a Sound (2020), because the blood he found on Brennan’s front steps and matched with Riley’s blood wasn’t there the day before, when Sawyer and Aria interviewed Brennan, Perez stares her down. And he demands that she be pulled off the story after a hot lead she supplies about another possible kidnapper turns into an embarrassment and a possible lawsuit against the police. Defying all obstacles, Sawyer presses on, linking Riley’s case to half a dozen other abductions over the years. She’s so sharply focused that she has no idea that her other sister, Harper, is dealing with their traumatic family history in an even more cathartic way: by taking an active role in The Crew, a group of female vigilantes who deal out summary justice to abusers from their pasts.
Too many kidnappings, abusive men, and damaged women spoil the broth.Pub Date: Nov. 10, 2020
ISBN: 978-1-5420-9390-3
Page Count: 284
Publisher: Thomas & Mercer
Review Posted Online: July 28, 2020
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Aug. 15, 2020
Although it lacks the surgical precision of Slaughter’s very best nightmares, this one richly earns its title.
More than a decade after a Georgia man is convicted of a monstrous double murder, an uncomfortably similar crime frees him and resets the search for the guilty party.
In Clifton County, home to the Rich Cliftons and the other Cliftons, the disappearance of teens Madison Dalrymple and Cheyenne Baker during the Halloween festivities hits everyone in North Falls hard. Working with her father, Sheriff Gerald Clifton, Deputy Emmy Lou Clifton hears the clock ticking down as she races frantically to get leads on the two friends, who’d been secretly plotting to take off for Atlanta after some undisclosed big score. As a longtime friend of Madison’s mother, Hannah, Emmy hopes against hope to find the missing teens before they’re both dead. By the time Emmy’s hopes are dashed, two unpleasantly likely suspects with strong attachments to underage sex partners have emerged, and one of them ends up in prison. In a bold move, Slaughter jumps over the next 12 years to the case of Paisley Walker, a 14-year-old whose disappearance catches the eye of retiring FBI criminal psychologist Jude Archer, who promptly crosses the country to come to Clifton County and take charge—um, that is, consult—on this heartrending new investigation. Emmy, suddenly and shockingly deprived of counsel from the parents who’ve supported her all her life, doesn’t get along any better with Jude than with the larger circle of Cliftons and the Clifton-Cliftons. But together they identify one new suspect, then another, before a shootout that arrives so early you just know there are still more surprises to come.
Although it lacks the surgical precision of Slaughter’s very best nightmares, this one richly earns its title.Pub Date: Aug. 12, 2025
ISBN: 9780063336773
Page Count: 448
Publisher: Morrow/HarperCollins
Review Posted Online: May 16, 2025
Kirkus Reviews Issue: June 15, 2025
Amateurish, with a twist savvy readers will see coming from a mile away.
A woman accused of shooting her husband six times in the face refuses to speak.
"Alicia Berenson was thirty-three years old when she killed her husband. They had been married for seven years. They were both artists—Alicia was a painter, and Gabriel was a well-known fashion photographer." Michaelides' debut is narrated in the voice of psychotherapist Theo Faber, who applies for a job at the institution where Alicia is incarcerated because he's fascinated with her case and believes he will be able to get her to talk. The narration of the increasingly unrealistic events that follow is interwoven with excerpts from Alicia's diary. Ah, yes, the old interwoven diary trick. When you read Alicia's diary you'll conclude the woman could well have been a novelist instead of a painter because it contains page after page of detailed dialogue, scenes, and conversations quite unlike those in any journal you've ever seen. " 'What's the matter?' 'I can't talk about it on the phone, I need to see you.' 'It's just—I'm not sure I can make it up to Cambridge at the minute.' 'I'll come to you. This afternoon. Okay?' Something in Paul's voice made me agree without thinking about it. He sounded desperate. 'Okay. Are you sure you can't tell me about it now?' 'I'll see you later.' Paul hung up." Wouldn't all this appear in a diary as "Paul wouldn't tell me what was wrong"? An even more improbable entry is the one that pins the tail on the killer. While much of the book is clumsy, contrived, and silly, it is while reading passages of the diary that one may actually find oneself laughing out loud.
Amateurish, with a twist savvy readers will see coming from a mile away.Pub Date: Feb. 5, 2019
ISBN: 978-1-250-30169-7
Page Count: 304
Publisher: Celadon Books
Review Posted Online: Nov. 3, 2018
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Nov. 15, 2018
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