This is book 7 of the Women’s Murder Club series
“After a few hours, Ricky decided to cut up his body with a knife. It was the most horrible thing I could ever imagine – and I grew up on a farm! I was throwing up and crying,” Junie said, looking as though she might do it now.
I pulled out my chair again, put my butt in the seat, determined not to scare the little hooker even as she shocked me to the bone.
“But once we started cutting, there was no way back,” Junie said, pleading to Conklin with her eyes. “I helped Ricky put Michael’s body into about eight garbage bags, and then we piled the bags into Ricky’s truck. It was was like five in the morning. And no one was around.”
I know I complain about this series every time I write about it, so I am taking this book off. As a matter of fact, this was my favorite book of the series (so far). I thought there was more mystery and surprise in this one than in the others and the relationships of the women moved along nicely.
A poster child for goodwill vanishes and after six months the police finally have a lead and they bring in an angelic looking prostitute for questioning. Lindsay and Conklin are able to get a confession and Yuki, is awarded the case for the district attorney. She thinks it is an open and shut case, but things start to go south in court and at home as she is stalked by a writer covering the story.
There is also a number of arson and murder cases that claim some of San Francisco’s wealthiest as victims. Things turn personal when Conklin must tell an old flame that her parents have been burned to death.
Lindsay is still conflicted about her feelings for Joe and Conklin. It makes you want to sit down and talk to her about what is going on in her head! There is also a baby to one of the women in the club and a surprise in the plot at the end that left the book ending on a high note.