THE STONE GIRL

In Wittenborn’s TV-ready novel, an Adirondack hunting club shelters a cabal of wealthy misogynists.

Growing up in the backwoods of Rangeley, New York, Evie Quimby, has been raised to trap, fish, and hunt—and to be resourceful and wary. Her adoptive parents are known as the town hippies. One night in 2001, when she's 17, Evie narrowly escapes being molested by a group of local slackers when Lulu Mannheim intervenes. Lulu owns Valhalla, a mansion on acres of pristine Sister Lakes property. The two women form an unlikely friendship, and Evie first sees Lulu’s attorney, Win Langley, as an avuncular, mentoring figure. But readers know, from an earlier chapter, that Win is a sociopath—apparently it’s his mother’s fault—who was groomed by Porter Moran, an older Wall Street investment banker who hires only handsome young men without scruples. Moran and Langley have recruited a number of other morally challenged males to join the exclusive Mohawk Club, whose lodge and acreage adjoins Lulu’s property. The group style themselves as the Lost Boys. Lulu’s fiance, Charlie, a Langley protégé, turns up dead, wearing Lulu’s wedding dress. Although she has every reason to suspect Langley in Charlie’s “suicide,” Evie, incredibly, trusts him. That trust is shattered when, under the guise of encouraging her nascent art-restoration career, Langley drugs and rapes her. But Langley, with his sexual proclivities, is an outlier—the Lost Boys’ main mission is financial, though the details of their shenanigans remain frustratingly opaque. Seventeen years later, Evie’s quest to find a bone-marrow donor for her cancer-stricken 14-year-old daughter Chloé precipitates dizzying complications. We’re soon in high-concept thriller territory with only glancing nods to subtext. Evie is a well-rounded, fully motivated character, but Lulu is a stereotypical good rich girl, and the Lost Boys are one-dimensional scoundrels.

A fictional validation of the phrase “more money than brains.”