Is Archie Sheridan (the cop) hoping to finally capture Gretchen Lowell (the killer), when she escapes from captivity? Or is his compulsion related more to his twisted desire for her? Are they like two halves of the same soul? Are they destined to end up together, speeding toward some unimaginable hell?
These questions and more propel this story, while on other paths, detectives are trying to solve murders that are seemingly linked to a politically corrupt senator, who is rumored to have bedded his children’s babysitter when she was only fourteen. And now unidentified dead bodies are popping up in parks, all of them connected to this same senator.
Susan Ward, the reporter hoping to break the fascinating story, becomes embroiled with the detectives in putting the pieces together, while also searching for Archie and Gretchen, who have disappeared.
Now that’s all I’m giving you, lest I spoil your fun.
Just like in the previous novel, I was biting my nails and flipping pages, reading late into the night. But now that I’ve turned the last page, and I know there’s still another book in this series, I think I’m exhausted. Too much. I’m done.
So while this tale is just as dizzying and fast paced as the previous one, there were some confusing elements that probably mean I have to read it again, to sort everything out. In the end, the author tied things up so quickly, that it felt—well, anti-climactic.