Caitlin Sommers can’t remember how she ended up in a strange car with a bagful of prosthetic hands, and she certainly doesn’t know why she’s covered in blood. Needless to say, when I first read this opening scene, I couldn’t put down my Kindle until I’d learned—right alongside protagonist Caitlin—the truth behind her missing memories. Where had she been for seven whole months, how had she gotten into this situation…and whose blood was it?
I don’t want to say too much, as half the fun of this compelling story is discovering Caitlin’s secrets. Caitlin herself is a huge part of what makes this book work. She doesn’t know where she’s been or what she may have done, but she’s determined to find out and face the consequences. Despite the uncertainty, despite the fact that she may be confronted with ugly truths, Caitlin has to know.
And that impulse to question—that urge to peek behind the closet door, shine a flashlight into the shadows, pick up the rock to see what squirming horror might be nestled underneath—is a quality I share with Caitlin. It’s part of why I love reading crime fiction!
Care to join Caitlin and me in kicking over a couple rocks?
I don’t want to say too much, as half the fun of this compelling story is discovering Caitlin’s secrets. Caitlin herself is a huge part of what makes this book work. She doesn’t know where she’s been or what she may have done, but she’s determined to find out and face the consequences. Despite the uncertainty, despite the fact that she may be confronted with ugly truths, Caitlin has to know.
And that impulse to question—that urge to peek behind the closet door, shine a flashlight into the shadows, pick up the rock to see what squirming horror might be nestled underneath—is a quality I share with Caitlin. It’s part of why I love reading crime fiction!
Care to join Caitlin and me in kicking over a couple rocks?
- Alison Dasho, Editor
