THE LAST PARTY

A children’s party that turned fatal a generation ago seems headed for an equally gruesome remake.

It might seem hard to find two people with fewer points of contact than Leewood Folcrum, who’s serving a life sentence in California’s Lancaster Prison for his murderous attack on his daughter, Jenny, and two friends who attended her 12th birthday party all those years ago, and Perla Wultz, a go-getting apartment manager who lives an hour away in Brighton Estates, a gated Pasadena community, with her well-to-do husband, data scientist Grant Wultz, and their daughter, Sophie. But fans who’ve devoured Torre’s earlier suspensers will know to expect worse developments than they could imagine themselves. The presentation of Perla as an obvious narcissist who’s amused by her own falsehoods is an obvious tell. So is the fact that Lee has agreed to do a series of interviews with Timothy Valden, a graduate student writing a dissertation on confessions and deceptions, but is determined to keep him from learning the real truth about the Folcrum party. And there’s the rapid approach of Sophie’s 12th birthday, which she plans to celebrate with two friends her mother invited for a sleepover. To say more would spoil the revelations and shocks that Torre, rapidly shifting from one player’s first-person perspective to another’s, has planted with her usual diligence. But even savvy veterans who predict every twist will still keep turning the pages compulsively as the mystery curdles into suspense.

The story hurtles to an anticlimactic climax that presses the question: Just how happy did you want the ending to be?