I don’t recall the name of the book I am currently listening to or who wrote it. I know it is by an author I have read before and that I enjoyed the other books, but this is the first book of their’s that I recall having a detective. In this case a cop.
The portion I listened to last night hinged on the discovery of new evidence which was the sister of the victims grief reaction and the detective interviewed them and ask the questions a scolding parent would when they find their child doing something they don’t understand.
This happens in novels sometimes. The writer puts in their own perspective on things and this writer seems to be one of those people that have perfect decorum and taste, at least in their opinion. They’re probably the type of person that if you told them you enjoyed the Saw franchise they would call you a weirdo potential serial killer. The type of person that you wonder if they’ve ever encountered other normal people.
Logically you would think a police officer that has risen to the rank of detective has come across normal human behavior before. Some of the book has been comedic in what the police believe is evidence or makes someone a suspect. As expected the husband is entered early on as a red herring and the big suspicious thing about him is he wasn’t aware his suitcase was missing from his closet. As of this moment in time I assume my suitcase is in my closet but if it weren’t I doubt I’d notice.
Either way this is one of those books where you have to turn off your thinking brain, but I do find it amusing that the main detective appears to be so disconnected from the world that rational grief response turns someone into a suspect. Now this suspect might be the murderer. It could turn out that way, but it is comical that interest in true crime, a billion dollar industry, is enough to make the police turn a family member of the victim into the prime suspect.
David Huzzard Writes 