The other night as I got into bed to do my before sleep reading, I was faced with this “Two of them were just babies. Captain Linda Turner had been a homicide detective for over ten years, but this crime scene was still a shock.” —- and I closed the book. Wow-what a grab of my attention – but too much to start at 11 pm. The next day I sat and read for several hours straight.
With astounding characters, this book pulled me in on the first page and kept me reading and entertained. With a web of deceit and a long con throughout the book, it was expertly done. Two strong women – one good and one evil – provide the perfect balance in this thrilling mystery.
This is a stand-alone book, but personally I would not mind seeing more of Captain Linda Turner!
Despite her years of experience investigating homicides for the force, Captain Linda Turner is haunted by the murders of the Hansen family. The two small children, clothed in tattered Disney pajamas, were buried with their father, a pastor, in the flower garden behind a church parsonage in Lincoln, Nebraska. But Mrs. Hansen is nowhere to be found―and neither is the killer. In St. Louis, the televangelist Ray Williams is about to lose his show―until one of his regular attendees approaches him with an idea that will help him save it. Despite his initial misgivings, Ray agrees to give it a try. He can’t deny his attraction to this woman, and besides, she’d assured him the plan is just―God gave her the instructions in a dream. Multiple story lines entwine throughout this compelling mystery, delving into the topics of murder, religious faith, and the inherent dangers in blindly accepting faith as truth. While Reverend Williams is swept up in his newfound success and plans for his wedding, Captain Turner can only hope that she and her team will catch the Hansens’ cunning killer―before more bodies surface.