Her Deadly Touch (Detective Josie Quinn #12), by Lisa Regan
Her Deadly Touch by Lisa Regan
My rating: 2 of 5 stars
Josie whines about her dead granny.
Josie finds a body.
Josie whines again about her dead granny.
People vanish. Joise: “My poor dead granny!”
Josie is in the morgue, sees a body and, yes, you guessed it…
And so forth till the very end.
(Don’t get me wrong: Practically everyone from previous generations of my extended family are dead. Four during the last three years alone. I know grief but I’ve never wallowed in it like Josie does.)
This book is a mess…
- Murder by carbon monoxide poisoning which occured in about 3 ‰ (per mille!) of homicides during the 20th century according to a quick research. (I couldn’t find data for the 21st century that did NOT include murder-suicides…)
- A bus driver who might or might not have been tricked
- Organised crime killing small-town fences for not coughing up money
- An abundance of hardly-believable characters
- Even harder-to-believe what-ifs – and not only hinted at but constantly repeated literal “if only, if only”s
- Drugs, sex – just no rock’n’roll
- Lots of plot holes and loose ends
- A Josie Quinn who basically permeates between bemoaning the death of her granny and somewhat accurately working on the actual case
Two stars out of five because despite all that I finished this turd.
