I’m getting a little bored with this series. I think I’ll take a break from it for a while.
That should not be interpreted as a criticism of this book, which was fine and every bit as high-quality as the previous books in this series. It’s not you, it’s me.
This book is set entirely in North Carolina, which is fairly unusual for these books. Although the protagonist splits her time between NC and Quebec, we tend to see her in Quebec more than in the states.
In this book, she’s called out to a house where a plumber has discovered bones on a makeshift altar in the basement of a home. She determines that the bones (not many) are human.
One of the local politicians brands it as a form of devil-worship and soon another body is found, decapitated and with Satanic symbols carved into the torso.
A suspect comes into play, someone who practices witchcraft. Of course, Wicca, Satanism, and voodoo are three distinct religious systems, which makes all these things seem far less connected than some people in the book think.
There’s also a strange connection to homosexual prostitution, grave robbery and the death of a local detective, which makes everyone incredibly jumpy and raises the stakes.
I suppose it’s a sign of my boredom that I don’t have anything more to say about this book, even though it’s only been about 200 words. If you like these books, or if you’re a fan of forensic mysteries, you’ll like this book too.