Detective Lindsay Boxer has everything she could possibly want. Her marriage and baby daughter are perfect, and life in Homicide in the San Francisco Police Department is going well. But all that could change in an instant.
Lindsay is called to a crime scene at the Four Seasons Hotel. There is a dead man in one of the rooms, shot at close range. The man checked in under a false name with no ID on him, so the first puzzle will be finding out who he is.
In the room next door are a dead young man and woman, also shot. They are surrounded by high-tech surveillance equipment. Could they have been spying on the man now dead in the room next to them?
And in the utilities cupboard down the hall is the dead body of a house maid. The murders are all clearly linked and professionally executed. But what is the motive behind it all? Lindsay will need to risk everything she has to find out.
For me, the days of glory for the Women’s Murder Club have long since past. I can’t pinpoint exactly when and where this series went to shit, but I’m at my wit’s end with it. I know there’s this movement for Joe and Lindsay as a couple, but the truth is that I have never been Team Joe. I actually thought Lindsay should have ended up with her partner, Conklin. Now, after this book, I’m even more anit-Joe. However, I am now anti-Women’s Murder Club.
I don’t fault Maxine Paetro for the destruction of this series. I lay the blame fully on Patterson and his inability to stop beating all of his dead cash cows. The series is stalling out so entirely that there was nothing but Lindsay and Joe drama throughout this entire book. Four people are murdered in a swanky hotel and it all comes around to being about Joe and his sneaky, lying self. Of course, I don’t know what’s more pathetic, the fact all Lindsay does is whine throughout this entire book or the fact her “girls” are so stupid that they are actually for Joe and Lindsay to make things work.
On top of all of the whining, Lindsay, who is just a regular SFPD detective suddenly gets classified information from several top secret sources. You know the kind, the ones with three letters, FBI and CIA. Of course, this is implausible and even if it had happened, she would have been guilty of treason against her country because she immediately turns around, discusses all of this top secret information with her friends OUT IN PUBLIC. Oh yeah, because that’s not a major breach of national security. I’m calling bullshit on this entire book. City detectives do not investigate international airplane crashes. They do not participate in secret black op CIA missions. And they do not get away with blabbing their freaking mouths off about all of the top secret information that even they don’t have clearance for. I think it’s time to end this series. It’s clear Patterson has lost his way and though some of the other series are still managing to find their way back from time to time, this series hasn’t been good for several years/books now.
I highly recommend you skip this book.