It’s hard to find a new way to murder, or a different take on why murders are happening. But in this latest novel by J.D. Robb, there is a twist. Life imitating art. Or Murder imitating a good novel.
It starts straight forwardly enough. A murder. But its a twisted scene. A woman is murdered in a cinema with an icepick while watching Pyscho, a film with an ice pick. There is not apparent motive. It’s no random act of violence and poor budding actess Chanel Ryan, didn’t stand a chance.
Eve and her sidekick, Detective Amelia Peabody, have barely started to question the obvious witnesses when “really famous novelist” Blaine DeLano comes to the station to advise that one of her thrillers provided a detailed blueprint for the murder—and indeed for the killing of Rosie Kent, who was strangled a month ago in a scenario clearly borrowed from another of Blaine’s bestselling novels.
Eve and Peabody stumble over a second murder and realise they have a seriously disturbed individual on their hands. And you have to like the murderer/ She is deliciously oddball, so well fleshed out that, you can see her rationale. It’s so perfectly logical! Loxie Flash doesn’t stand a chance! Number three goes down in a blaze of poisoned drinks, well aware she is the next target but stupidly blind to then danger posed by Elizabeth Smith, the crazed seamstress with the poisoned mind.