Frank Rodriguez, a much-loved counselor of troubled teens, lies dead on the bedroom floor. His wife and step-daughter are in shock, and so is the medical examiner when he performs the autopsy. Aside from being dead, Frank is in perfect health.
Demanding to know the cause of her husband's death, Angie Rodriguez badgers the police, insisting that Frank was murdered. The cops attribute her assertions to overwhelming grief, but soon they too believe that Frank didn't die of natural causes.
When the police enlist their number one suspect to help in the investigation, things spiral out of control until police are dealing with a daring plot to murder Angie's best friend, and allegations of another homicide so evil and perverse that even seasoned LA County detectives are shocked beyond belief...and so are listeners!
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- Amantha M. Tsaros
Glibness and one-liners around incest. Ick.
This woman is a monster. No doubt. For me, however, she wasn't the most disturbing element of the book. That fell to the occasional moments of "bros elbowing each other" banter between the writers, you can almost feel them high-fiving at their cleverness. These moments generally emerge in scenes of rape and incest. Not exclusively there, not by a long shot, but persistently in that context. Consider this line in author's notes re: disassociative personality disorder resulting from years of incest. The victim turned murdering heartless protagonist is Angie, Victoria is a personality she developed to endure being raped repeatedly for years by her grandfather: Emphasis mine. "Victoria took over...victoria knew all the right moves...it was Victoria who, MORE OUT OF EAGERNESS TO ENGAGE IN THE ACTS THAN ANY DESIRE TO PROTECT ANGIE, shoved Angie out of the way... And soft little Angie never minded letting Victoria fill her shoes...or her panties."Thanks, authors/rape experts. You creep me out.
Moderate nausea. Shock at the depth of the authors' misunderstanding of victim guilt around pleasure experienced in abuse. Kind of also made me take a jog to exorcise the anger. And I don't jog! And I'm not even a survivor! These guys are turkeys. The actual case is colorfully depicted. Who cares.
- L. webb