12th of never
women's murder club #12
james patterson & maxine paetro
little brown & co.
Lindsay Boxer's beautiful baby is born! But after only a week at home
with her new daughter, Lindsay is forced to return to work to face two
of the biggest cases of her career.
A rising star football player
for the San Francisco 49ers is the prime suspect in a grisly murder. At
the same time, Lindsay is confronted with the strangest story she's
ever heard: An eccentric English professor has been having vivid
nightmares about a violent murder and he's convinced is real. Lindsay
doesn't believe him, but then a shooting is called in-and it fits the
professor's description to the last detail.
Lindsay doesn't have
much time to stop a terrifying future from unfolding. But all the crimes
in the world seem like nothing when Lindsay is suddenly faced with the
possibility of the most devastating loss of her life.
This was the biggest mess of a WMC book ever.
There was so much going on that I forgot about certain parts. Nothing felt completely fleshed out and nothing was interesting because it was all over the freaking place.
We start out with Lindsay going into labor and of course she can't just have a normal delivery *eyeroll*. Then there's a case of a woman getting shot in her car, a man who can predict future murders, a serial killer who wants to take Lindsay to the bodies he's buried, Lindsay's baby possibly being ill, Richie & Cindy's relationship woes, Claire's job misfortune, the kidnapping/murder case that Yuki is trying.
They just tried to shove too many things into one book and then rushed the ending after dragging everything out for the entire book. It was, by far, the worst WMC book I've ever read.
And while I'm on the subject....how does Yuki still have a job? Has she ever won a trial? Can she maybe take a case to trial that has been resolved? Where there's evidence besides circumstantial hearsay?
The most interesting part of the book was the professor who could predict the future. And that was resolved in two lines at the end as an afterthought and it still doesn't make sense.
Ugh. Worst. Book. Ever.