Gaylin brings Sunny to terms with contemporary social media even as she uncovers motives older than you can imagine.
Boston PI Sunny Randall searches for the unknown person who’s threatening a pair of Instagram influencers before the threats come true.
The Covid pandemic has taken its toll on the restaurant Sunny’s buddy Spike owns, and she can’t help being interested when self-styled “media concierge” Bethany Rose offers the services of red-hot influencer couple Blake James and Alena Jade to promote the place and bring in new customers. Of course, neither Spike nor Sunny can afford these services, but Bethany is willing to offer them gratis if Sunny will figure out who’s been sending Blake a series of ominous Instagram posts warning, “YOU REAP WHAT YOU SOW.” No sooner has Sunny started asking who sneaked past Eddie Voltaire, the guard at Blake and Alena’s pricey apartment building, to snap a photo of Blake sleeping than Eddie’s body is found stabbed 13 times. Clearly the influencers and their manager are up against a seriously bad adversary. But Sunny’s appeals to her mobbed-up ex-father-in-law lead only to dead ends, and the closer she looks into the backgrounds of her clients, the guiltier they look themselves. In fact, she reflects, they’re remarkably closemouthed for people whose “entire careers were based on letting strangers in on their so-called personal lives.” Taking over the franchise for the first time, Gaylin proves the equal of Sunny’s creator in plotting and his clear superior in bringing his heroine to life. She doesn’t sound all that much like Parker; she sounds better.
Gaylin brings Sunny to terms with contemporary social media even as she uncovers motives older than you can imagine.Pub Date: June 13, 2023
ISBN: 9780593540527
Page Count: 336
Publisher: Putnam
Review Posted Online: April 10, 2023
Kirkus Reviews Issue: May 1, 2023
High art meets low life in a tale a lot more sympathetic to the latter.
Someone is stalking the streets of Lt. Eve Dallas’s New York, intent on bringing new life to sex workers by snuffing out their old ones.
In 2061, prostitutes are called licensed companions, and that’s Leesa Culver’s job description when she’s accosted by a plausible-looking artist who wants to hire her as a model for the night. Before the night is over, she’s been drugged, strangled, costumed, and posed as an uncanny replica of Vermeer’s Girl With a Pearl Earring. The shock of the crime is deepened by the murder the following night of licensed companion Bobby Ren, whose body is discovered at an art gallery entrance costumed and posed as Gainsborough’s Blue Boy. The killer clearly has an obsessive agenda, a rapid-fire timetable, and access to unlimited financial resources that have allowed him to commission expensive custom-made outfits for the victims. This last detail both marks his power and points to the way Dallas, her gazillionaire husband, Roarke, and her sidekick, Det. Delia Peabody, will track him down by methodically narrowing the field of consumers who’ve purchased the costly costumes. After identifying the guilty party two-thirds of the way through the story, they’ll still face an uphill battle convicting a killer with no conscience, no respect for the law, and a budget that would easily cover the means to jump bail, remove his ankle tracker, and hire a private jet to escape to a foreign land with no extradition treaty. Robb keeps it all consistently absorbing by sweating every procedural detail along with her heroine. Only Dallas’ climactic interrogation of her prisoner is a letdown, because it’s perfectly obvious how she’s going to wangle a confession out of him.
High art meets low life in a tale a lot more sympathetic to the latter.Pub Date: Sept. 2, 2025
ISBN: 9781250370822
Page Count: 368
Publisher: St. Martin's
Review Posted Online: May 16, 2025
Kirkus Reviews Issue: June 15, 2025
Amateurish, with a twist savvy readers will see coming from a mile away.
A woman accused of shooting her husband six times in the face refuses to speak.
"Alicia Berenson was thirty-three years old when she killed her husband. They had been married for seven years. They were both artists—Alicia was a painter, and Gabriel was a well-known fashion photographer." Michaelides' debut is narrated in the voice of psychotherapist Theo Faber, who applies for a job at the institution where Alicia is incarcerated because he's fascinated with her case and believes he will be able to get her to talk. The narration of the increasingly unrealistic events that follow is interwoven with excerpts from Alicia's diary. Ah, yes, the old interwoven diary trick. When you read Alicia's diary you'll conclude the woman could well have been a novelist instead of a painter because it contains page after page of detailed dialogue, scenes, and conversations quite unlike those in any journal you've ever seen. " 'What's the matter?' 'I can't talk about it on the phone, I need to see you.' 'It's just—I'm not sure I can make it up to Cambridge at the minute.' 'I'll come to you. This afternoon. Okay?' Something in Paul's voice made me agree without thinking about it. He sounded desperate. 'Okay. Are you sure you can't tell me about it now?' 'I'll see you later.' Paul hung up." Wouldn't all this appear in a diary as "Paul wouldn't tell me what was wrong"? An even more improbable entry is the one that pins the tail on the killer. While much of the book is clumsy, contrived, and silly, it is while reading passages of the diary that one may actually find oneself laughing out loud.
Amateurish, with a twist savvy readers will see coming from a mile away.Pub Date: Feb. 5, 2019
ISBN: 978-1-250-30169-7
Page Count: 304
Publisher: Celadon Books
Review Posted Online: Nov. 3, 2018
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Nov. 15, 2018
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