THE HITCHCOCK HOTEL

Six former friends reunite for a killer weekend in their old college town.

Alfred Smettle has waited 16 years to get revenge on the friends who betrayed him. Acquiring the Hitchcock Hotel, named after Alfred's favorite filmmaker and namesake, was only the first step. Getting the five others to gather there for the weekend was the second. And for the third, well, let the games begin. Zoe, Grace, Samira, Julius, and TJ all have their reasons for showing up at Alfred's behest: guilt, for most of them. Also, their professional and private lives are in shambles, and a weekend away with old friends offers a welcome escape from reality. Little do they know, their host plans to kill one of them and plant evidence implicating another, righting a nearly 20-year-old wrong and sending the hotel's profile skyrocketing. With his encyclopedic Hitchcock knowledge and his faithful assistant, Danny, Alfred might just get away with murder…unless something goes horribly wrong in the second act. Wrobel deftly juggles seven point-of-view characters, finding and harnessing their unique voices with practiced ease. The writing is crisp and clean, if occasionally info-dumpy, and the details of the group's betrayal unspool organically throughout. Mystery and thriller readers will have no complaints for much of their time here—right up until the twist ending they already saw coming. A predictable twist would be forgivable, given the rest of the positives here, if only we could believe that the character in question would actually get away with it. Unfortunately, we cannot. Their proverbial goose is cooked, and the novel's attempt to hand-wave an explanation exonerating them in the eyes of law enforcement falls flat under even a modicum of critical thinking.

A Hitchcockian caper with an ending that hamstrings it.