Wulf C. Krueger
I'm always on the lookout for interesting (crime/mystery) series'. Especially with interesting female protagonists. And this one?
Female lead? Check. Interesting? Not so much. Our heroine whose name I've long forgotten suffers from trauma, finds a body (and then some more on the next day because the cops didn't search the house properly...), joins the murder investigation team on the first day of her job as a police constable and, of course, solves the case almost single-handedly.
Her superior officer, another oh-woe-is-me character, who is generally perceived as an arsehole, falls for the poor, traumatised, fragile, and homebody'ish dear, and she, of course, for him. Also, of course, they don't even talk about it but prefer swooning for each other.
Oh, yes, and their case? The plot is so thin, Phifer's imagination so limited, one would assume any random screenwriter had written this as an episode for some weird romance/mystery crossover for some TV show nobody knows (or, realistically, wants to know).
Instead of reading this, walk into the library of your choice, randomly grab a book and your chances of reading something more decent than this one are around 80%.
Two stars ouf of five.
I'm always on the lookout for interesting (crime/mystery) series'. Especially with interesting female protagonists. And this one?
Female lead? Check. Interesting? Not so much. Our heroine whose name I've long forgotten suffers from trauma, finds a body (and then some more on the next day because the cops didn't search the house properly...), joins the murder investigation team on the first day of her job as a police constable and, of course, solves the case almost single-handedly.
Her superior officer, another oh-woe-is-me character, who is generally perceived as an arsehole, falls for the poor, traumatised, fragile, and homebody'ish dear, and she, of course, for him. Also, of course, they don't even talk about it but prefer swooning for each other.
Oh, yes, and their case? The plot is so thin, Phifer's imagination so limited, one would assume any random screenwriter had written this as an episode for some weird romance/mystery crossover for some TV show nobody knows (or, realistically, wants to know).
Instead of reading this, walk into the library of your choice, randomly grab a book and your chances of reading something more decent than this one are around 80%.
Two stars ouf of five.