HIDE

A Chicago cop still mourning her late partner transfers to a new precinct just in time to catch a truly creepy case.

There’s no question of Det. Harriet Foster returning from two months’ leave to her old precinct, which is haunted by her memories of Det. Glynnis Thompson from before and after her suicide. When Sgt. Sharon Griffin, her new boss, partners her with Det. Jim Lonergan, aptly describing him as a serviceable asshole, the two tackle the fatal stabbing of DePaul student Peggy Birch, an activist working to reform the police force, on the Riverwalk. Lonergan naturally assumes that Keith Ainsley, the Northwestern student found unconscious a few feet from the body, is responsible, but Harriet is less ready to sweat Ainsley, partly because, like him, she’s Black, partly because Lonergan puts her back up. No sooner has the forensic lab announced that the blood on Ainsley’s clothes isn’t Peggy’s than a second corpse turns up, this one sporting the patch of Peggy’s blood that Lonergan had longed to find on Ainsley. A third murder makes it seem more likely that a serial killer who preys on red-haired women is at work. As psychiatrist Mariana Silva inserts herself into the case with a persistence that doesn’t bode well for her own life span, a succession of cutaways to the twins Bodie and Amelia Morgan—whose father, accountant Tom Morgan, felt compelled years ago to kill a series of redheads—broadly implies that the new murders are very much a family affair. But which member of the family?

Solid, unspectacular work from a writer who knows the dark side of the Windy City.