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Patricia Cornwell has lost her mind. This book reveals a lazy author who seems to be resting on her laurels, hoping her devoted fans will fork over their hard earned money to read her latest novel.

The writing is horrible. The characters are shallow and the plot wanders all over hell's half acre. Nonetheless, Cornwell plows through this mess for 398 pages. At the point, it seems to have occurred to the author that it's time to wrap up this mess (which she fails to do convincingly), which she does in an "Epilogue" that ties up all the disparate loose ends, and pins the murder of Gwen on a character that never appears in the book until page 389 and isn't named until page 391.

Other than an expectation of a best seller and the resulting proceeds, it's hard to understand why her editor and publisher permitted this mess to be published. As for me, I'm done with Cornwell. As for the rest of her fans and her next book, should she decide to write one, caveat emptor!