“Grips a reader from the first page, offering an addictive mix of wit and suspense. Silverman is a master at crafting ripped-from-the-headlines storylines that feature a smart, appealing protagonist. Room for Doubt leaves no doubt this is one of the strongest contemporary mystery series out there.” – Ellen Byron, Award-Winning Author of Body on the Bayou
When radio reporter Carol Childs is called to a crime scene in the Hollywood Hills at five thirty in the morning, she’s convinced it must be a publicity stunt to promote a new movie. That is, until she sees the body hanging from the center of the Hollywood sign. The police are quick to rule it a suicide, but something doesn’t add up for Carol. Particularly after a mysterious caller named Mustang Sally confesses to the murder on the air and threatens to kill again.
With the help of an incorrigible PI, her best friend, and a kooky psychic, Carol is drawn into the world of contract killers and women scorned. As she races to find the real killer, she finds herself faced with a decision that will challenge everything she thought she knew.
“In Room for Doubt, a page-turning cozy with a dollop of noir, investigative reporter Carol Childs goes undercover to infiltrate a secret society that’s meeting out savage justice for scorned women. At the same time, Childs navigates the behind-the-scenes minefield of a radio news station, a world which the author knows firsthand, and a new relationship with an unconventionally sexy PI, who further complicates Childs’ personal life. With a carload of quirky characters and a Los Angeles setting that comes alive, there’s no doubt Nancy Cole Silverman has penned another winner.” – Dianne Emley, L.A. Times Bestselling Author of the Nan Vining Series
Books in the Carol Childs Mystery Series:
SHADOW OF DOUBT (#1)
BEYOND A DOUBT (#2)
WITHOUT A DOUBT (#3)
ROOM FOR DOUBT (#4)
Part of the Henery Press Mystery Series Collection, if you like one, you'll probably like them all.
Author Bio: Nancy Cole Silverman credits her twenty-five years in news and talk radio for helping her to develop an ear for storytelling. But it wasn’t until after she retired that she was able to write fiction full-time. Much of what Silverman writes about is pulled from events that were reported on from inside some of Los Angeles’ busiest newsrooms where she spent the bulk of her career. She lives in Los Angeles with her husband, Bruce, and two standard poodles.
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"Excuse me, miss? Are you a model?"
I was in the cereal aisle at the grocery store with a box of bran flakes in my hand when I heard the voice behind me. It had been years since I'd done any modeling, and I wasn't feeling particularly glamorous. My hair was in a ponytail, and I was wearing a pair of sweatpants and a ratty old KCHC t-shirt with a cartoon of a dead chicken on my chest. The words Radio Road Kill blasted beneath it. Not exactly the type of thing one wears to make a good first impression.
"Not in years." I laughed and turned expecting to find a friendly face. Grocery stores these days topped bars for places to meet men. Despite the fact the line was an obvious come on, I was, unfortunately, once again in the market.
Instead, the voice belonged to a nice-looking, well-built gym-rat with a neatly cropped beard. He was about half my age, and worse yet, he wasn't talking to me. Not at all. He had cornered a young girl directly behind me; a twenty-something darling dressed in a skin-tight running outfit that looked like it had been painted onto her body.
I smiled apologetically and turned to read the label on the cereal box. Not that they noticed. Lately, I felt as though I'd become the invisible woman.
My name is Carol Childs, I'm a single mom, and I work as a reporter for a talk radio station in Los Angeles. I was one of those faceless voices on the airwaves people heard every day. Perhaps that, and the fact I'd recently turned forty, explained why I was beginning to feel I blended into the background like wallpaper paste. Few of my listeners could identify me, and in LA, women over forty simply weren't on anyone's radar. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched, while I listened to their exchange.
Gym-rat, with muscled arms like watermelons bulging from beneath his t-shirt, pressed a business card into Running-girl's hand. "You ever want to get into the club, just call."
Gym-rat was making a big impression. Running-girl glanced at the card, hugged it to her chest like she had just won the lottery, then kissed Gym-rat on the cheek as she tucked the card into her sports bra.
At that point, I tossed the cereal box into my cart and started up the aisle. I didn't give it another thought.
Until the next day.
My bedroom was still dark when the phone rang. With my head barely off the pillow, I squinted at the digital clock next to my bed: 5:55 a.m. Dammit, Tyler, it's not even six o'clock. New record. I fumbled for the bedside phone — a requirement the station demanded of all its reporters — and knocked it to the floor before grabbing the handle. Nobody else, not even a phone solicitor, would dare to call before sunup.
"Please, Tyler, tell me this isn't becoming a habit with you."
"Sorry, Carol. I need you."
On the other end of the line was my boss, Tyler Hunt, a twenty-one-year-old whiz-kid who referred to me as the world's oldest cub reporter.
"No," I begged. "Absolutely not. Please, Tyler, not today."
Tomorrow was my son's birthday, and Tyler had promised me the day off to prepare. On Saturday, Charlie, my youngest, would officially be sixteen, and I had planned a big surprise party to celebrate. My daughter, Cate, was coming up from San Diego State. My best friend, Sheri, her son, Clint, and fourteen members of Charlie's football team would all be here. Plus, my ex, Robert, planned stop by with the wife and Charlie's new step-brother. No way was I about to get caught up in anything that would distract me.
"I need you to take this, Carol. There's a body up on the Hollywood Sign."
I sat up in bed and pushed the hair out of my face. He had to be kidding. The Hollywood Sign? Recently a prankster had climbed to the top of the sign and with tarps and tape lettered it to read Hollyweed. A pro-cannabis statement for sure.
"Tyler, if there's a body on the Hollywood Sign, it's got to be a publicity stunt. Something one of the studios is doing for a movie maybe."
"It's not a stunt, Carol. The police are reporting a man's naked body hanging from the sign. It's for real. I need you up there. Now. Go!"CHAPTER 2
I reminded myself, as I stumbled into my closet and grabbed a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, that when it came to news reporting, I didn't have a lot of options. The station had recently gone through a format change, dropping our old KCHC Chick Lite call letters and adopting a new hard-hitting, male-dominated format. KNST News Sports and Talk. Every reporter on staff, including me, was under review, and since I was still the new kid on the block, when Tyler called, I jumped. On my way out the door, I stopped in the kitchen, took a box of Cheerios from the cabinet for Charlie, and scribbled a quick sticky note. Tyler called. Hope to be back before you leave for school. Xoxo, Mom. I drew a happy face at the end and placed it on the refrigerator door where I knew he wouldn't miss it.
In the car, I programmed my GPS for a popular lookout directly beneath the Hollywood Sign. At night the grassy field was used by kids to park and do those things they didn't want their folks to know about. Daytime, it was busy nonstop with tour vans and snap-happy day-trippers grabbing selfies from beneath the sign. At this hour, I figured the police would still be securing the area, and with a little luck, I might be able to get in and out before the cops closed it off to everyone, including the press. I glanced at my watch. It wasn't yet six-fifteen. GPS said I was ten minutes away. I pressed the accelerator and speed along the canyon road. If I got there early enough and met with the police, I might be able to file my story live from the scene and still be home in time to see Charlie off for school. Any follow-up Tyler could handle, at least for today. No murder or late breaking story was going to interfere with my prep plans for Charlie's party. Tyler owed me that much.
I squinted into the early morning sun as I drove east along the canyon road. The sun was just starting to rise above the Santa Monica Mountains. With the first rays of daylight on the hills, the city glistened below. It looked like it was going to be one of those picture-perfect sunny California days. Too glorious for anything bad to happen. And then, as I rounded the bend, I saw it. Hanging like a crucifix, from the center of the Hollywood Sign, was the body of a nude man.
I hit the brakes. With my eyes fixed on the sign, I nearly skidded off the road.
My front fender kissed the guardrail. I pulled the steering wheel hard to the right and came to a stop next to the grassy field, directly below the sign. No time to panic. Two police cruisers and an unmarked car were already on the scene, their lights flashing. I grabbed my reporter's bag off the seat next to me and ran towards the action.
"Hey, miss. Stop. You can't go over there." A young cop blocked my approach to the investigating officers in the field. He looked to be a rookie, barely old enough to be out of school, much less dressed in an LAPD uniform. "Sorry, but I'm cordoning off this area." He gestured with a roll of yellow crime scene tape in his hand, then stood back. "Gotta secure the site. Keep everybody behind the line."
"I'm a reporter." I reached into my bag for my ID, hopeful my credentials would allow me a few questions before he finished stringing up the yellow tape and I was denied permanent access. Behind him, several plainclothes officers appeared to be searching a late model gray Tahoe, its doors and tailgate open. "Somebody around here I can talk to? A detective, maybe?"
He glanced over his shoulder. "Look, I'll tell my sergeant, but for now, I need you to stand over there." He pointed in the direction of several early morning hikers huddled in a semi-circle behind crime scene tape. "Everybody stays behind the line, including you."
I approached the group of hikers, three older women who looked to be anywhere from fifty-five to sixty years old. They were all dressed similarly in sweats, t-shirts, and tennis shoes and appeared to be in good shape. I figured them for regulars and was hopeful one of them might have seen something. I asked how long they had been there. They looked at me, a critical evaluation from head to toe, then spotting the reporter's bag on my shoulder appeared to soften.
"You a reporter?" The tallest of the three, a woman of about sixty with salt-and-pepper gray hair, stepped forward.
"Yes, my name's Carol Childs. I'm with KNST. Anything you can tell me?"
"Bessie here called it in." The woman nodded to her friend, a shorter brunette with a warm smile.
She answered. "We were hiking the canyon like we do every morning 'fore sunrise when we noticed the body."
"Awful, isn't it?" A third voice came from behind them both, a smaller-framed woman with thick gray hair in a ponytail. "Good-looking young man like that."
"And you ladies never saw anyone else in the canyon?" I asked.
"No." The three answered in unison, then stared back up at the sign.
I grabbed a small pair of field glasses from my reporter's bag and focused on the pale, bulky white hulk hanging limply against the sign. I estimated the man's age to be in his late twenties, maybe early thirties. Young and fit. Tied around his neck was a rope, like a hangman's noose. I zeroed in on the face, hidden by the position of his left shoulder and something else.
"You see that?" I pointed up at the body, unsure what was partially blocking his face.
"His nose?" Bessie appeared surprised I hadn't noticed before.
"Yeah, what is it? It looks like a —"
"A red clown's nose," she said. "We've been wondering about it too. Who'd do such a thing?"
If it weren't for the number of rescue workers who were now scaling the sign and police helicopters in the sky above me, I would swear this whole gruesome scene had been staged for some macabre feature film. But I knew it wasn't. And as I looked back at the body, I knew why. I had seen this man before. The short dark curly hair. The reddish beard. I knew him, or at least I knew of him. Hanging from the center of the Hollywood Sign was the gym-rat I had seen in the grocery store yesterday.
The sound of helicopter blades in the sky overhead made it almost impossible for me to continue my conversation with the women. News choppers from the local stations were beginning to join them, and soon all of LA would be waking up to the news there was a body hanging from the Hollywood Sign.
I looked back for the young cop who had shooed me away from the investigating officers. He was standing just feet from where they were searching the abandoned gray Tahoe. I took my microphone from my bag and waved to him. I couldn't wait any longer. If I was going to get this story, I needed to talk to someone and fast. If not, my news-chopper brothers in the sky would grab the story out from under me.
"Hey, remember me? The reporter. I need to talk to someone, can you help me?"
The peach-faced young rookie approached, then glanced nervously over his shoulder as though he were questioning his orders to keep everyone, including reporters, at bay.
I prompted him. "I do a lot of work with LAPD. You remember the Hollywood murders ... those missing girls a couple months back?" He stared back at me. He had to know the story. In the end, our radio reports made the cops and the FBI look like heroes. I could see he was weighing his decision. "I worked that case. Couldn't have done it without you guys."
Whatever I said, it worked. He punched the two-way radio on his shoulder. There was a brief exchange. I couldn't hear a word due to the heavy sounds of chopper blades buffeting above my head, but finally, he lifted the yellow crime scene tape and waved me through.
"You can talk to Detective Riley." He pointed to the center of the field where a group of cops was checking out the gray Tahoe. "He's the old guy in the tweed jacket standing next to the police cruiser. He'll talk to you."
Riley was a paunchy, gray-haired detective who looked like he had spent too many hours behind the desk and not enough time in the gym. Or the field for that matter. Judging from the lack of sweat on his brow, I doubted he had been up the mountain to check the scene out for himself.
I introduced myself and asked if he had any idea who the victim was.
"Cops up the hill found a driver's license, but you know the drill. Can't say anything. Not 'til the family's notified, and we have a positive ID." "Any idea how he got there?" I gestured with my mic to the top of the hill.
"No, but I'd say it was a suicide."
"Suicide?" I glanced back up at the sign. Rescue workers had already removed the body, and cops in black uniforms were all over the hill, like ants at a picnic. "You think that guy just climbed up there and killed himself?"
"It happens. Wouldn't be the first. Guy wants to off himself, believe me, he'll find a way."
"Did you even see the body?"
I could feel myself growing irritated. The fact that Detective Riley hadn't moved three feet from his unmarked car since I'd arrived and the body was already being removed caused me to wonder. What was the rush? Was it just a courtesy to a possible suicide victim to remove the body before commuters spotted it on their way to work, or were the police trying to cover something up?
"From here it looks like he had on a clown nose. You telling me some guy committed suicide wearing a silly clown's nose on his face?"
"Look, lady, I don't explain 'em. I just call 'em. And just 'cause some nut-job climbs up on the Hollywood Sign and chooses to off himself while wearing some stupid clown nose on his face doesn't mean I understand it. Do us all a favor, will ya? This was a suicide. Plain and simple. Why don't you be a good little reporter and file your story and get out of here." Riley sounded as hot as I felt.
My cell buzzed before I could ask another question. It was Tyler, putting the heat on. He wanted a report for the seven a.m. news break. Other stations were already reporting on police activity in the park, and I needed to hurry it up. News is always about being first and fast. As a result, accuracy sometimes falls through the cracks. But if this really was a suicide, as Riley wanted me to believe, I needed to be extra careful. Ordinarily, news organizations don't cover suicides. But, in a situation like this, with such a public death, KNST and others in the market would be forced to cover it. There's an unwritten rule among reporters never to sensationalize anything to do with the taking one's own life. And, in a case like this, brevity was best. With seconds to spare, I organized my thoughts, while in the background I could hear Tyler as he counted me down.
"Ten seconds to go, Carol."
Then, "Five ... four ... three ... two ... one."
"Thank you, Tyler. I'm here in Griffith Park, where a group of early morning hikers alerted police to a body on the Hollywood Sign. Police have identified the body to be that of a white male believed to be in his late twenties to mid-thirties. Investigators say there doesn't appear to have been a struggle and believe this may have been a suicide. This is Carol Childs live from the Hollywood Sign."CHAPTER 3
It was nearly eight a.m. by the time I got home. The police had blocked off my return route through the canyon, and traffic coming and going from the Hollywood Sign was rerouted onto the freeway. By the time I entered the front door, Charlie had already left for school. And at that point, all I wanted was a hot shower and to wash my hair. I had just started the water — my hair full of shampoo — when I heard the French doors in the kitchen downstairs slam shut. I froze, my hands on my head. I had left the doors partially open, with the screen latched, when I came in. At least I thought I had. I wanted to air the house out as much as I needed to wash my hair and clear my head of this morning's suicide. I stood for a moment, hearing nothing and thinking perhaps a breeze had jostled them. But then I heard something else. A loud scraping sound. Someone was in the house, downstairs, in the kitchen. It sounded like one of the barstools was being dragged across the kitchen floor. I turned off the water. Grabbed my robe, and with my hair sopping wet, tiptoed from the shower to the top of the stairs.
"Charlie?" I leaned over the banister and peaked down the stairway. One of the kitchen cabinet doors was standing wide open, and I could hear someone or something shuffling around. "That you?"
"Charlie, you home?"
I wasn't expecting Charlie home until tomorrow evening. He was spending the night with his dad while I prepped for tomorrow's party.
Still no reply. Quietly, I took two steps backward and reached inside Charlie's bedroom door for his baseball bat. For once I was thankful my son hadn't listened to me and put it away in his closet. Armed with the bat for self-defense, I approached the top of the stairs again. With one hand on the railing and the bat in the other, I slowly descended the staircase.(Continues…)
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A body has been found hanging from the Hollywood sign, and radio reporter Carol Childs is sent to the scene. The police have ruled it a suicide, but Carol thinks something else is going on. Before the weekend is over, Carol is contacted by a PI who shares her belief that there is more to this death. Then a caller to Carol’s new late Sunday show all but confesses. What is really going on? From this intriguing premise, we get another fun mystery filled with plenty of suspense. I did have some issues with some moral issues brought up in this book, which is funny because I am on the opposite side of things on some TV shows I watch. A psychic we met in the first book is back, but I was happy that her “ability” only played a small part in the book. In fact, I enjoyed seeing her again since she is a fun foil for Carol. I really liked the cast of characters as well. There were some timeline issues in the middle of the book, but overall, they were a minor annoyance.
Room for Doubt by Nancy Cole Silverman is the 4th Carol Childs Mystery in the series but the first one I read. I received a copy from Henery Press and NetGalley in exchange for an honest review. From Goodreads: "When radio reporter Carol Childs is called to a crime scene in the Hollywood Hills at five thirty in the morning, she's convinced it must be a publicity stunt to promote a new movie. That is, until she sees the body hanging from the center of the Hollywood sign. The police are quick to rule it a suicide, but something doesn't add up for Carol. Particularly after a mysterious caller named Mustang Sally confesses to the murder on the air and threatens to kill again. With the help of an incorrigible PI, her best friend, and a kooky psychic, Carol is drawn into the world of contract killers and women scorned. As she races to find the real killer, she finds herself faced with a decision that will challenge everything she thought she knew." The story moves along well and all plot points are wrapped up in the end. The vigilante group of abused women is especially interesting - and scary. Demonstrates how vigilantism and standing up for yourself can get out of hand and lead to abuses and secrets you will do anything to protect. Mustang Sally is a key player in the story and has a lot more depth than you see on the surface. Garhardt "Chase" Chasen, the "incorrigible PI," is annoying, to say the least. But his motives and agenda are probably worthy, and you can see there is some chemistry percolating between him and Carol. Something to watch for in future books? Carol is a strong and determined woman and is surrounded by a very interesting cast of characters. I couldn't quite figure Carol or her job out, though. She seems to be good at her job but isn't that well-treated at the radio station and she seems to be unsure of herself at times and goes with the flow. Chase seems way too involved with decisions regarding her assignments. She floats in and out of a rather run-of-the-mill home life and extreme danger, going with the flow at times and throwing caution to the wind at others. If this is considered a cozy read then that works because the protagonist always jumps into situations without thinking, but the subject matter of this story is very serious so it seems a little off. And perhaps this is one of those series where you need to start at the beginning to get a better feel for the main character. Once it gets going the action is non-stop. There are a lot of players with a lot of unsuspected ties to each other, and things are nicely wrapped up at the end. This was an enjoyable read. Thanks to Henery Press, NetGalley and Nancy Cole Silverman for providing it.
Journalists of one sort or another are always good mystery protagonists, aren't they? Naturally nosy, they're in a profession that gives them a modicum of justification to be in the middle of an investigation and they almost always have access to resources the typical cozy sleuth doesn't have. They also have a built-in platform, assuming some editor or producer doesn't put the kibosh on things. Carol Childs is just such an amateur sleuth. When Carol's boss sends her to the scene of a death by hanging, it's more to simply report rather than a true investigation but she can't help thinking the police detective jumped to the wrong conclusion when he calls it a suicide. She doesn't have any real evidence, just a gut feeling, but a local private investigator, Gerhardt Chasen (Chase), soon convinces her there might be a whole lot more to this story. Along with her investigating what turns out to be quite a controversial set of killings, Carol has a personal side that's an equally important part of the story and I enjoyed my first adventure with her. She's one of those people with a kind of glamorous job but a pretty run-of-the-mill home life, warts and all, and I found myself quite comfortable with her. In fact, she reminded me a little of myself at her age for some reason although I didn't have a psychic hanging around or, for that matter, a PI hooked on lollipops. Without giving anything away, I should warn readers that this particular mystery doesn't end the way you might expect but you'll have to make your own decision about whether the ending is satisfactory. It was for me, even though it wasn't exactly right, and I appreciate the author's willingness to go a ways out on a limb. We crime fiction readers don't see this sort of thing every day ;-)
Carol Childs called out to the Hollywood sign to report on a body that is found hanging from the Hollywood sign. The police are labeling the death a suicide, but that doesn’t sit well with Carol when she finds out the body has a red nose clown on it. Next, Carol’s manager, Tyler, connects her up with PI Gerhardt Chasen, “friends call me Chase”, who has 2 other deaths he views as suspicious and believes there is every indication that these 3 deaths are related gang style killings. A caller joins Carol’s Sunday night program raising further questions on what links these deaths and shifts the focus when she admits to the murder. Mustang Sally also eludes to a tribunal and implies the murder might have its roots with abused women and killings to release them from their abusers. Tracking down Mustang Sally and understanding her motivation to murder becomes a primary focus of the story. This was the first book in the Carol Childs series I have read. I will admit that for the first several chapters I wasn’t sure I was relating to the main character. As the plot developed and I was introduced to Carol’s best friend, physic ex-neighbor (who moves in with her) and PI love interest, I started enjoying the read. Story is fast paced and even though a little quirky at times, the root of the story actually is believable and an interesting premise. Honestly, I would have rated 3 stars at beginning, but the book finishes strong and deserves 4.
Room For Doubt by Nancy Cole Silverman spoke to me. I love vengeful women who turn into vigilantes to give those who abuse the ultimate punishment. Carol Childs, a radio reporter, is called to a hanging at the Hollywood sign. It is ruled a suicide but she doesn’t believe it. Neither does a dogged PI who seeks her out. He has some questions of his own and sticks to her like glue. She blows him off and I got my first laugh when he called into her radio show. I do like humor with my mystery and murder. Because of him, she backs into her new radio show becoming a success right out of the gate. Mustang Sally calls into the show. She claims she is part of a group of female assassins called the Butterflies and their goal is to protect women from the men who prey on them. Could it be true or is she just a quack? Carol finds out that Sally is talking too much, making herself a target, and there are those that want her secrets kept secret. Carol uses Chase to set up her own plan for Mustang Sally, though she holds him at arms length. The romance is not the story, but I can see an attraction that could develop into more. He is very persistent…and patient. Flawed, but in my book still a good catch. I quickly grew into like with him. I love vigilante justice, even though it can become skewed. All too often what starts out as a ‘good’ thing can turn bad, but it is easy to understand their motivation. Room For Doubt is not quite what I thought it would be. It seems more along the lines of a cozy mystery, than the dark and disturbing thriller I expected. All in all, it is an interesting story and one I would recommend. I voluntarily reviewed a free copy of Room For Doubt by Nancy Cole Silverman.
Dollycas’s Thoughts The radio station where reporter Carol Childs works has a new format so she is now able to cover the edgier topics in the news like murder. She is sent to the Hollywood Hills early in the morning and finds a man hanging from the Hollywood sign. The police have ruled the death a suicide (yes, that trigger again) but Carol thinks there is more to the story. When “Mustang Sally” calls into Carol’s radio program she confirms Carol’s intuition by confessing on the air with the promise of future deaths Carol knows she may need some help but she is bound and determined to stop Mustang Sally. Another great story from Nancy Cole Sillverman! They author creates such wonderful characters. They are so well-developed and unique. We are introduced to Garhardt “Chase” Chasen in this story. A private investigator that knows the recent death at the sign is connected to previous murders/”suicides” and he wants to work with Carol to catch the killer. He thinks her radio broadcasts are a perfect way to lure the killer out in the open. Carol really wants to investigate on her own but Chase keeps calling and turning up everywhere. She doesn’t like the way she is drawn to this man but he is pretty determined they are going to work together. Carol also has to balance work and her life at home. Her son is turning sixteen and nothing is going to keep her away from his party. This story takes an interesting look at abused women and what lengths they will go to, to get away from their abusers. An online support group that takes things to a very scary level. The police may even be complicit in the groups actions. It is an exciting story with several different tangents twisting the plot very intriguingly. The author handles this serious topic so well while keeping it cozy, not an easy job. Carol is a smart, strong protagonist and has grown in each story. She keeps me coming back for more. I have enjoyed the entire series and am anxious to see what she gets herself into next.
Title: Room For Doubt - Carol Childs Mystery Book 4 Author: Nancy Cole Silverman Publisher: Henery Press Published: 7-18-2017 Pages: 246 Genre: Mystery, Thriller & Suspense Sub-Genre: ,Women Sleuths, Whodunit, Amateur Sleuth, Suspense, Hard Boiled ISBN: 9781635112351 ASIN: B06ZXY2K1X Reviewed For NetGalley and Henery Press Reviewer: DelAnne Rating: 4.5 Stars When radio reporter Carol Childs is called to a crime scene in the Hollywood Hills at five thirty in the morning, she’s convinced it must be a publicity stunt to promote a new movie. That is, until she sees the body hanging from the center of the Hollywood sign. The police are quick to rule it a suicide, but something doesn’t add up for Carol. Particularly after a mysterious caller named Mustang Sally confesses to the murder on the air and threatens to kill again. With the help of an incorrigible PI, her best friend, and a kooky psychic, Carol is drawn into the world of contract killers and women scorned. As she races to find the real killer, she finds herself faced with a decision that will challenge everything she thought she knew. This page turner will keep you on the edge of your seat with an eclectic variety characters. Ms. Silverman has penned a story that may be a bit darker that than one would find on Murder she wrote, but it is a clean, fast moving quick read. So take an afternoon off to enjoy "Room for Doubt". My rating of "Room For Doubt - Carol Childs Mystery Book 4" is 4.5 out of 5 stars.
This is the fourth Carol Childs book in the series. I've read them all, but I think this was by far the best. It was a different twist on the usual storyline of finding out who committed the crime. This one brings in a gray area, thus the title, between right and wrong. It's very well written including some of the same quirky characters from the other stories along with a new possible love interest. It keeps you interested from the beginning, right up until the end.
An interesting take on a present day problem: what to do about abusive men when the law can't help. Quite gripping with interesting characters. A good read that points out how when you really look into some things, the black and white of it blends into an ambiguous grey.
“Room for Doubt” by Nancy Cole Silverman is book five in the Carol Childs Mystery series. It is not necessary to have read the previous books to enjoy this new one. The author drops in background information that is relevant to the current plot, but does not spend pages and pages needlessly summarizing events from the previous books. The main character, Carol Childs, works as a reporter for a talk radio station in Los Angeles. Carol’s character is mult-faceted and well developed, and the supporting cast of characters is equally interesting and detailed. The book is written in first person so we follow Carol’s thoughts and actions as she struggles to balance work, her personal life, and family conflicts. We also tag along as she wonders “What happens when one day a creepy guy tries to hit on you in the grocery store and the next day his body is hanging from the Hollywood Sign?” As the body count around town rises and more and more people become entangled in the murders, she has to sort out the facts from the “Fake News. Written by bloggers with questionable facts I felt sure hadn’t been substantiated.” All the while, the action is being driven by her feeling “that somebody – out in radio land – knew something, and might be listening.” Readers should note this novel deals with a complex social problem and resolves it in a controversial manner. The book’s solution is not one that will please every reader, but it is a solution that might be all too real. If you are a “by the book, no exceptions” person, you might not like this novel. If you can balance the good against the bad and accept that someone else’s reality is not your own, you will end reading with some interesting issues to consider. I have read and enjoyed the previous books in this series, and I enjoyed this one as well. Thanks to Henery Press, Nancy Cole Silverman, and NetGalley for giving me a copy of “Room for Doubt” in exchange for my impartial review.
Room for Doubt is the fourth book in Nancy Cole Silverman's Carol Childs mystery series. Radio journalist Carol Childs receives an early morning call from her boss, Tyler Hunt, to cover the report that there is a body hung from the Hollywood sign. Not yet daylight, Carol arrives on the scene and quickly realizes this is no publicity stunt. The detective in charge rules it a suicide much too quickly in Carol's opinion. When PI Gerhardt Chasen (Chase) approaches Carol's boss to propose a link between this case and two others he is investigating, Tyler instructs Carol to check in to it. Irked when Chase calls in to her faltering Sunday night talk show, Carol is amazed as the switchboard lights up. But when an anonymous caller saying to call her Mustang Sally takes credit for the murder and states there have been others and there will be more, Carol finds herself in the midst of contract murder and the lengths abused women will resort to escape their abusers. Faced with information from a variety of unexpected sources, Carol finds herself in a position to need Chase's help, but not for the end goal he expects. Will the outcome result in justice served, or is it Mustang Sally that has been handing out true justice? Fast paced with rich and quirky characters, this mystery, although part of a series, certainly stands alone. I really enjoyed this page turner and do recommend this book.
I have not read the previous three books in this series and, after enjoying this one, I now have to add the others to my TBR list. Carol is a radio reporter and takes an assignment on the night of her son's birthday but, given the job situation she isn't going to argue. A mans' body has been found hanging from the Hollywood sign and the police say suicide - case closed. Not so fast says Chase, the PI who brings Carol into his investigation. He is certain that this is part of a pattern of deaths that the police are ignoring. Who is the woman who calls saying sometimes the only way to stop a stalker is to remove him. Add a load of twists and turns and a Wow ending and you have a great mystery. I think it can be read as a stand alone.
This is the fourth book in the Carol Child Mystery series but Room for Doubt can be read as a stand alone. Murders seem to be connected according to Private Investigator Gerhardt Chasen. Chase seems to be a literary detective similar to TV Kojak who used lollipops as a substitute for smoking. Carol works as a radio personality investigator and pairs up with Chase to compare notes on recent crimes. Plot drags along especially when the group behind these murders is revealed early on in the book. Even the one sided romantic attraction between Chase and Carol is slow moving. "A copy of this book was supplied by Henry Press via Netgalley with no requirement for a review. Above review is my honest opinion."