Glass Houses (Chief Inspector Gamache Series #13)

Glass Houses (Chief Inspector Gamache Series #13)

by Louise Penny

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Glass Houses (Chief Inspector Gamache Series #13) by Louise Penny

An instant New York Times Bestseller and August 2017 LibraryReads pick!

“Penny’s absorbing, intricately plotted 13th Gamache novel proves she only gets better at pursuing dark truths with compassion and grace.” —PEOPLE

“Louise Penny wrote the book on escapist mysteries.” —The New York Times Book Review

“You won't want Louise Penny's latest to end….Any plot summary of Penny’s novels inevitably falls short of conveying the dark magic of this series.... It takes nerve and skill — as well as heart — to write mysteries like this. ‘Glass Houses,’ along with many of the other Gamache books, is so compelling that, for the space of reading it, you may well feel that much of what’s going on in the world outside the novel is ‘just noise.’” —Maureen Corrigan, The Washington Post

When a mysterious figure appears in Three Pines one cold November day, Armand Gamache and the rest of the villagers are at first curious. Then wary. Through rain and sleet, the figure stands unmoving, staring ahead.

From the moment its shadow falls over the village, Gamache, now Chief Superintendent of the Sûreté du Québec, suspects the creature has deep roots and a dark purpose. Yet he does nothing. What can he do? Only watch and wait. And hope his mounting fears are not realized.

But when the figure vanishes overnight and a body is discovered, it falls to Gamache to discover if a debt has been paid or levied.

Months later, on a steamy July day as the trial for the accused begins in Montréal, Chief Superintendent Gamache continues to struggle with actions he set in motion that bitter November, from which there is no going back. More than the accused is on trial. Gamache’s own conscience is standing in judgment.

In Glass Houses, her latest utterly gripping book, number-one New York Times bestselling author Louise Penny shatters the conventions of the crime novel to explore what Gandhi called the court of conscience. A court that supersedes all others.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781250066299
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Publication date: 05/01/2018
Series: Chief Inspector Gamache Series , #13
Pages: 400
Sales rank: 10,056
Product dimensions: 5.30(w) x 8.10(h) x 1.20(d)

About the Author

LOUISE PENNY is the author of the #1 New York Times and Globe and Mail bestselling series of Chief Inspector Armand Gamache novels. She has won numerous awards, including a CWA Dagger and the Agatha Award (six times), and was a finalist for the Edgar Award for Best Novel. In 2017, she received the Order of Canada for her contributions to Canadian culture. Louise lives in a small village south of Montréal.

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CHAPTER 1

"State your name, please."

"Armand Gamache."

"And you are the head of the Sûreté du Québec?"

"The Chief Superintendent, oui."

Gamache sat upright on the wooden chair. It was hot. Sweltering, really, on this July morning. He could taste perspiration from his upper lip and it was only just ten o'clock. It was only just starting.

The witness box was not his favorite place in the world. And far from his favorite thing to do. To testify against another human being. There were only a few times in his career when he'd gotten satisfaction, even pleasure, from that and this wasn't one of them.

Sitting uncomfortably on the hard chair, under oath, Armand Gamache admitted to himself that while he believed in the law, had spent his career working within the justice system, what he really had to answer to was his conscience.

And that was proving to be a pretty harsh judge.

"I believe you were also the arresting officer."

"I was."

"Is that unusual, for the Chief Superintendent to actually be making arrests?"

"I've only been in the position a little while, as you know. Everything is unusual to me. But this particular case was hard to miss."

The Chief Crown Prosecutor smiled. His back to the rest of the court and the jury, no one else saw. Except perhaps the judge, who missed little.

And what Judge Corriveau saw was a not particularly pleasant smile. More a sneer, really. Which surprised her, given the Chief Crown and the Chief Superintendent were apparently on the same side.

Though that didn't mean, she knew, that they had to like or respect each other. She had some colleagues she didn't respect, though she doubted she'd ever looked at them with exactly that expression.

While she was assessing them, Gamache had been assessing her. Trying to get a read.

Which judge was drawn for any trial was vital. It could affect the outcome. And it had never been more critical than in this case. It wasn't simply about the interpretation of the law, but the atmosphere in a courtroom. How strict would they be? How much leeway would be allowed?

Was the judge alert? Semi-retired? Biding her time until the cocktail hour? Or, occasionally, not so much biding as imbibing.

But not this one.

Maureen Corriveau was new to the bench. Her first homicide case, Gamache knew. He felt sympathy for her. She could have absolutely no idea that she'd drawn the short straw. That a whole lot of unpleasantness was about to come her way.

She was middle-aged, with hair she was allowing to go gray. As a sign, perhaps, of authority, or maturity. Or because she didn't have to impress anymore. She'd been a powerful litigator, a partner in her Montréal law firm. She'd been blond. Before she'd ascended. Taken silk, as they said in Britain.

Interestingly, it was not unlike how parachutists described jumping out of a plane.

Judge Corriveau looked back at him. Her eyes were sharp. Intelligent. But Gamache wondered how much she was actually seeing. And how much she was actually missing.

Judge Corriveau looked at ease. But that meant nothing. He probably looked at ease too.

He glanced out at the crowded courtroom in the Palais de Justice in Old Montréal. Most of the people who might have been there had decided to stay home. Some, like Myrna and Clara and Reine-Marie, would be called as witnesses and didn't want to come in until they absolutely had to. Other villagers — Olivier, Gabri, Ruth — simply didn't want to leave Three Pines to come all the way into the stifling city to relive this tragedy.

But Gamache's second-in-command, Jean-Guy Beauvoir, was there, as was Chief Inspector Isabelle Lacoste. The head of homicide.

It would be their turn to testify, soon enough. Or perhaps, he thought, it would never come to that.

He shifted his eyes back to the Crown, Barry Zalmanowitz. But on its way there, his gaze had brushed by Judge Corriveau. To his chagrin, she tilted her head, very slightly. And her eyes narrowed, very slightly.

What had she seen, in his eyes? Had the rookie judge caught the very thing he was trying to conceal? Was desperate to conceal?

But if she did see it, he knew she would misinterpret it. She'd assume he was troubled about the defendant's guilt.

But Armand Gamache had no doubt about that. He knew perfectly well who the murderer was. He was just a little afraid that something would go wrong. And a particularly cunning killer would go free.

He watched the Crown Prosecutor walk deliberately to his desk, put on his glasses and carefully, one might even say dramatically, read a piece of paper.

It was probably blank, Gamache thought. Or a shopping list. Almost certainly a prop. A wisp of smoke. A shard of mirror.

Trials, like Masses, were theatrics. He could almost smell the incense and hear a tinny, tiny bell.

The jury, not yet wilted from the heat, followed the skilled Crown's every move. As they were meant to. But he was not the lead in this drama. That role was taken by someone offstage, who would almost certainly never utter a word.

The Chief Crown took off his glasses and Gamache heard the slight rustle of the judge's silk robes as she reacted with impatience barely concealed. The jury might be taken in, but this judge was not. And the jury wouldn't be taken in for long. They were too smart for that.

"I understand the defendant actually confessed, is that right?" the prosecutor asked, looking over his glasses in a professorial manner wasted on the head of the Sûreté.

"There was a confession, yes."

"Under questioning, Chief Superintendent?" Gamache noticed that he repeated his rank, as though someone so lofty could not possibly make a mistake.

"No. The defendant came to my home and confessed. Willingly."

"Objection." The defense attorney leapt to his feet, a little late, Gamache thought. "Irrelevant. The defendant never confessed to the murder."

"True. The confession I'm talking about wasn't to the murder," said the Crown. "But it led directly to the charge, is that right, Chief Superintendent?" Gamache looked at Judge Corriveau. Waiting for her to rule on the objection.

She hesitated.

"Denied," she said. "You may answer."

"The defendant came willingly," said Gamache. "And yes, the confession was the key to laying the charges at that moment."

"Did it surprise you that the defendant came to your home?"

"Your Honor," said the defense, getting to his feet again. "Objection. Subjective and irrelevant. How could it possibly matter if Monsieur Gamache was surprised?"

"Sustained." Judge Corriveau turned to Gamache.

"Don't answer that."

Gamache had no intention of answering the question. The judge was right to sustain. It was subjective. But he didn't think it was altogether irrelevant.

Had he been surprised?

Certainly when he'd seen who was standing on the porch of his home in the small Québec village, he'd been surprised. It had been hard to tell at first exactly who was in the heavy coat, with the hood up over the head. Man, woman? Young, old? Gamache could still hear the ice pellets striking his home, as the bitter November rain had changed over to sleet.

Just thinking about it now, in the July heat, he felt a chill.

Yes. It had been a surprise. He hadn't expected the visit.

As for what happened next, surprise didn't begin to cover it.

"I don't want my first homicide case to end up in the appeals court," Judge Corriveau said quietly, so that only Gamache could hear.

"I think it's too late for that, Your Honor. This case began in a higher court, and it's going to end there."

Judge Corriveau shifted in her chair. Trying to get comfortable again. But something had changed. In that odd and private exchange.

She was used to words, cryptic or otherwise. It was the look in his eyes that threw her. And she wondered if he knew it was there.

Though Judge Corriveau couldn't really say what it was, she did know the Chief Superintendent of the Sûreté should not look like that. While sitting in the witness box. At a murder trial.

Maureen Corriveau did not know Armand Gamache well at all. Only by reputation. They'd passed each other in the halls of the Palais de Justice many times over the years.

She'd been prepared to dislike the man. A hunter of other humans. A man who owed his living to death. Not actually meting it out, but profiting from it.

No murder, no Gamache.

She remembered one chance meeting, when he was still head of homicide for the Sûreté, and she was still a defense attorney. They'd passed in the hall, and again she'd caught his eyes. Sharp, alert, thoughtful. But again, she'd caught something else there.

And then he was gone, bending his head slightly to listen to his companion. A younger man she knew was his second-in-command. A man in the courtroom now.

A very slight scent of sandalwood and rose had lingered. Barely there.

Maureen Corriveau had gone home and told her wife about it.

"I followed him and sat in on the trial for a few minutes this afternoon, to listen to his testimony."

"Why?"

"I was curious. I've never been up against him, but I thought if I was I should do some homework. And I had some time to kill."

"So? What was he like? Wait, let me guess." Joan shoved the tip of her nose to one side and said, "Yeah, da punk offed da guy. Why're we wastin' time wid a trial, ya yella-bellied, flea-infested cowards. Hang him!"

"That's uncanny," said Maureen. "Were you there? Yes, he turned into Edward G. Robinson."

Joan laughed. "Still, Jimmy Stewart and Gregory Peck never got to be head of homicide."

"Good point. He paraphrased Sister Prejean."

Joan put down her book. "In a trial?" "In his testimony."

Gamache had sat in the witness box, composed, relaxed but not casual. He was distinguished looking, though not perhaps, at first glance, handsome. A large man in a well-tailored suit. He sat upright, alert. Respectful.

His hair, mostly gray, was trimmed. His face cleanshaven. Even from the gallery, Maureen Corriveau could see the deep scar by his temple.

And then he'd said it.

"No man is as bad as the worst thing he's done."

"Why would he quote a death-row nun?" asked Joan.

"And those words especially?"

"I think it was a subtle plea for leniency."

"Huh," said Joan, and thought for a moment. "Of course the opposite is also true. No one is as good as the best thing."

And now Judge Corriveau sat on the bench, in her robes, in judgment. And tried to figure out what Chief Superintendent Gamache was up to.

This was closer than she'd ever been to him, and for a more sustained length of time. The deep scar at his temple was still there, and always would be, of course. As though his job had branded him. Close up, she could see the lines radiating from his mouth. And eyes. Life lines. Laugh lines, she knew. She had them too.

A man at the height of his career. At ease. At peace with what he'd done and must now do.

But in those eyes?

The look she'd caught a long time ago, in the halls, had been so unexpected that Maureen Corriveau had followed him, and listened to his testimony.

It was kindness.

But what she saw today wasn't that. It was worry. Not doubt, she thought. But he was worried.

And now she was too, though Judge Corriveau couldn't say why.

She turned away and they both returned their attention to the Crown attorney. He was playing with a pen, and when he made to lean against his desk, Judge Corriveau gave him a look so stern he immediately straightened up. And put down the pen.

"Let me rephrase the question," he said. "When did you first have your suspicions?"

"Like most murders," said Gamache, "it began long before the actual act."

"So you knew a murder would happen, even before the death?"

"Non. Not really."

No? Gamache asked himself. As he had asked himself every day since the body was found. But really what he asked himself was how he could not have known.

"So again, I ask you, Chief Superintendent, when did you know?"

There was an edge of impatience in Zalmanowitz's voice now.

"I knew there was something wrong when the figure in the black robe appeared on the village green."

That caused a commotion in the courtroom. The reporters, off to the side, bent over their electronic notebooks. He could hear the tapping from across the room. A modern Morse code, signaling urgent news.

"By 'village,' you mean Three Pines," said the prosecutor, looking at the journalists as though the Chief Crown knowing the name of the village where Gamache lived, and the victim died, should be noteworthy. "South of Montréal, by the Vermont border, is that correct?"

"Oui."

"It's quite small, I believe."

"Oui."

"Pretty? Tranquil even?"

Zalmanowitz managed to make "pretty" sound lackluster and "tranquil" sound tedious. But Three Pines was far from either.

Gamache nodded. "Yes. It's very pretty."

"And remote."

The Crown made "remote" sound disagreeable, as though the further one got from a major city, the less civilized life became. Which might be true, thought Gamache. But he'd seen the results of so-called civilization and he knew that as many beasts lived in cities as in forests.

"Not so much remote as off the path," explained Gamache. "People mostly come upon Three Pines because they're lost. It's not the sort of place you drive through on the way to somewhere else."

"It's on the road to nowhere?"

Gamache almost smiled. It was probably meant as an insult, but it was actually apt.

He and Reine-Marie had chosen to live in Three Pines primarily because it was pretty, and hard to find. It was a haven, a buffer, from the cares and cruelty of the world he dealt with every day. The world beyond the forest.

They'd found a home there. Made a home there. Among the pines, and perennials, the village shops, and villagers. Who had become friends, and then family.

So that when the dark thing appeared on the pretty, tranquil village green, displacing the playing children, it had felt like more than an oddity. More than an intruder. It was a violation.

Gamache knew his sense of unease had really begun the night before. When the black-robed creature first appeared at the annual Halloween party in the bistro.

Though real alarms didn't go off until he'd looked out his bedroom window the next morning and seen him still there. Standing on the village green. Staring at the bistro.

Just staring.

Now, many months later, Armand Gamache looked at the Chief Crown. In his black robes. Then over to the defense table. In their black robes. And the judge, just above and beside him, in her black robes.

Staring. At him.

There seemed, thought Gamache, no escape from black-robed figures.

"It really began," he amended his testimony, "the night before. At the Halloween party."

"Everyone was dressed up?"

"Not everyone. It was optional."

"And you?" asked the Crown.

Gamache glared at him. It was not a pertinent question. But it was one designed to slightly humiliate.

"We decided to go as each other."

"You and your wife? You went in drag, Chief Superintendent?"

"Not exactly. We pulled names from a hat. I got Gabri Dubeau, who runs the local B&B with his partner, Olivier."

Armand had, with Olivier's help, borrowed Gabri's signature bright pink fluffy slippers and a kimono. It was an easy, and extremely comfortable, costume.

Reine-Marie had gone as their neighbor, Clara Morrow. Clara was a hugely successful portrait artist, though it seemed she mostly painted herself.

Reine-Marie had teased her hair until it was almost on end, and put cookies and a peanut butter sandwich in it. Then she'd dabbed paint all over herself.

For her part, Clara had gone as her best friend, Myrna Landers. They were all slightly concerned she'd show up in blackface, though Myrna had said she wouldn't take offense as long as Clara painted her entire body black.

Clara had not painted herself, for once. Instead, she wore a caftan made from the dust jackets of old books.

Myrna was a retired psychologist from Montréal, who now ran the shop right next to the bistro, Myrna's New and Used Bookstore. Clara had a theory that villagers manufactured problems, just to go sit with Myrna.

"Manufacture them?" the old poet Ruth had said, glaring at Clara. "You have a whole warehouse full of them. You've cornered the market on problems."

"I have not," said Clara.

"Really? You've got a huge solo show coming up and all you've got is crap. If that's not a problem, I don't know what is."

"It's not crap." Though none of her friends backed her up.

Gabri had gone to the Halloween party as Ruth. He'd put on a gray wig and made up his face until he looked like a fiend from a horror show. He'd worn a pilled, moth-eaten sweater and carried a stuffed duck.

All night long he'd swilled scotch and muttered poetry.

"With doors ajar the cottage stands Deserted on the hill —
(Continues…)



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Glass Houses (Chief Inspector Gamache Series #13) 4.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 56 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I have loved each of the Inspector Gamache series. They are so riveting that I have trouble putting them down. Glass Houses is no exception. I enjoyed the way the readers are led scene by scene to the truth and eventual solving of the mystery. Penny is gifted in giving the readers enough juicy details to keep them on the edge of their seats. I can't wait for number 14, until then I will wonder how they are all doing and will miss them like good friends that live far away. Thank you.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book is an excellent entry in a remarkable series. Her writing is masterful. The characters feel real, the mysteries are smart and intense, and the pacing is smooth. The dialogue is natural. As with her other books, Penny weaves a lot of threads into a complicated but beautiful pattern. Once started, it's hard to stop reading it. There is drama, action, mystery, humor, and wit. If you are a fan of Louise Penny's "Chief Inspector Gamache" series, then I believe you would also enjoy Craig Johnson's "Longmire" series. There may be a vast difference between Absaroka County and the Province of Quebec, but I think Sheriff Longmire and Chief Gamache are cut from the same cloth. They are both men of honor, fiercely intelligent, loyal, kind, and tough. I can picture Walt, Henry, and Gamache sitting together, having a drink, and truly enjoying each others' company. The meeting of Jean-Guy and Vic would probably be memorable, too!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great plotting device, using a trial as the backdrop for a case that has its roots in the past. Interesting injection of new cultural information. Well done!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I loved this book. I had a hard time putting it down. This is a wonderful series,
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I'll be thinking long and hard about the issues Penny through her characters raises in this powerful compelling read - what extremes will be required to combat opioids and is there a higher law? No easy answers in these politically turbulent times but a lot to weigh - and so great to visit again with the quirky, relatable individuals of Three Pines I wished I knew in real life!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Besides being a great mystery story , I always learn about something new and different in Louise Penny's books and this one was no exception. She can always be counted on to have some intriguing aspect in her stories that I research after finishing the book. Can't wait for the next one!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This one could stand alone without reading the others but it is even better if you have
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Good continuation of a fascinating series.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Having all the friends together again was wonderful for me. This story brought their love for each other out front or should I say in focus for all to see. Really special.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Beautifully written...a real page turner, and deeply thought provoking.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Louise Penny has hit another home run with this book. The story, the characters, the community, not only keep you turning pages long after the lights should go out, but make you want to live among them to share the love and camaraderie. Can’t wait for the next Gamache.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I still want more Armand and Three Pines
Deb-Krenzer More than 1 year ago
Wow, how in the heck have I come this far in my life and never read Louise Penny before? I've known for a while that she has quite the following. And now, . . . I know why. Good Grief this was a great read for me. I spent three quarters of this book immersed in a trial without even knowing who the defendant was, or even if they were female or male. The story went from present to back history to a little further back history, then like six months before and then back to the trial, then like a month before. I mean it was jumping all over the place. And I absolutely loved the characters in Three Pines. Especially the VERY quirky ones. Ha!! Even though this was number 13 in the series of Armand Gamache, I still felt like I hadn't missed anything. I mean in the sense that I know there were other things that happened prior to this book, but I didn't feel as though I missed out on anything!!! I know I am preaching to the choir when I say that I was so mesmerized by this book. It did go back and forth a lot, and being an advanced reader, it was hard to keep up as I had to stop for a few seconds and wonder where I was but that did not deter me, AT ALL!!!!!! If you have not read Louise Penny, don't take as long as I did to figure out that it's an excellent read. Thoroughly enjoyed this book, laughed quite a few times and was definitely shedding some tears at the end. I grew to love these characters and really miss them now that I've left Three Pines. Thanks to St. Martin's Press and Net Galley for providing me with a free e-galley in exchange for an honest, unbiased review.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Exquisite
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
One of the best in awhile and perhaps my favorite. Just finished, so I need to tnink about it.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Classic Gamache and company. Can't wait for the next.
gloriafeit More than 1 year ago
From the publisher: When a mysterious figure appears on the village green on a cold November day in Three Pines, Chief Inspector Gamache, who now resides there, knows something is wrong. Yet since no laws are being broken, he does nothing. But a shadow falls over Three Pines, and unease sets into the community. Soon the figure disappears, and not long after, a body is discovered. During the ensuing investigation and later, when a trial begins against the accused, Gamache considers the events he set into motion long ago, disastrous means to an uncertain end, and if there will be a reckoning. “This case began in a higher court,” he says at his testimony. “And it’s going to end there.” And regardless of the trial’s outcome, Gamache understands that in the end, he will have to face his conscience. A gripping and haunting mystery, “Glass Houses” explores what Gandhi called the court of conscience and asks us, when the chips are down, is there a court that supersedes all? This is the 12th book in the series, all of which take place in and around the aforementioned Quebec village of Three Pines, variously described as lost, hidden in the hills, and not on any map or GPS, in the middle of nowhere, and a place where “getting lost was almost a prerequisite for finding the place.” All the residents of the village are present, and the many fans of the series will welcome them: Gamache, former Chief Inspector of the Surete, a post now held by Isabella Lacoste, Gamache now the Superintendent, heading up the division that oversees Homicide and Serious Crimes; his wife, Reine-Marie; Myrna, a large black woman who runs a new and used bookstore and was once a prominent psychologist in Montreal [referred to by others in the novel as “a verbal speed bump”]; Ruth Zardo, an eccentric, award-winning and “demented old” poet, and Rosa, her beloved pet duck; Gabri and Olivier, the lovers who run the bistro and the B&B; Monsieur Beliveau, the grocer; Clara Morrow, an artist and portraitist; as well as Henri, Gamache's German shepherd; Jean-Guy Beauvoir, second in command in the Surete [formerly Gamache's second in command] and now married to his daughter; and Madeleine Toussaint, the first woman in charge of Serious Crimes and the first Haitian to head up any department. Three Pines, and its residents, remain as charming as ever. Shortly after the book opens, a trial is about to begin, the defendant being accused of the above-mentioned murder, Gamache being a key witness, the judge one Maureen Corriveau, handling her first murder case, a murder which seemingly had no motive behind it. The identity of the defendant is withheld from the reader until much later in the novel. The villain in the piece, a figure known as “the cobrador,” is a fascinating creation, apparently with its origin in Spain, in fact a Spanish debt collector, who followed and shamed people into paying their debts. Thee is much here that is timely, dealing as it does with issues of drug/opiod use/abuse [present in our newspapers on almost a daily basis], and political corruption, among other things of national importance today. As always the writing is never less than elegant, and the book is recommended.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Excellent. I have enjoyed all Louise Penny's novels. Her characters are memorable. I lose myself in her stories.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Three Pines will always be a dream.
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
So wonderful to visit Three Pines again. Wish I could have stayed longer.
Anonymous 3 months ago
A tremendous concept and a thoughtful perspective on why we’re losing at the front against drug trafficking.
Anonymous 7 months ago
THIS is what we ?ove and expect when we come along on another adventure to three pines with Armand, Clara, Rosa, and all the rest.
GratefulGrandma More than 1 year ago
I have heard so much about this series, but this is the first one I have read. I now know what all the other fans have been going on about. Inspector Gamache and the rest of the Quebec police have not been arresting as many people as the government and the detractors think, but he has set something in motion that will make everyone happy in the end, at least that is what he hopes. When there is a murder in the small town of Three Pines, the mystery man in the black hood and cape are investigated and the story of the Cobrador emerges. The characters are wonderful. They are typical small town residents who all seem to know each other's business, but are also there to help anyone who needs it. There is a complex plot line and Penny's writing style is unique. There is some going back and forth in time, which was a bit confusing at first, but I caught on pretty quick. I had no idea who the guilty party were until right near the end when it was revealed. There are several things happening, so it is important to pay attention to detail as there are a lot of questions along the way. I really enjoyed this story and will definitely go back and read the series from the start. Thanks to Minotaur books for providing me with a copy of this book via Netgalley. All opinions expressed are my own.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I have read each book in this great series. I'm amazed and never disappointed in each book I read! I thank you for your stories that take me away if only for awhile from the daily routine of life.