23 Oct 2014 No Comments
Tracy Crosswhite has spent twenty years questioning the facts surrounding her sister Sarah’s disappearance and the murder trial that followed. She doesn’t believe that Edmund House—a convicted rapist and the man condemned for Sarah’s murder—is the guilty party. Motivated by the opportunity to obtain real justice, Tracy became a homicide detective with the Seattle PD and dedicated her life to tracking down killers.
When Sarah’s remains are finally discovered near their hometown in the northern Cascade mountains of Washington State, Tracy is determined to get the answers she’s been seeking. As she searches for the real killer, she unearths dark, long-kept secrets that will forever change her relationship to her past—and open the door to deadly danger.
Published: November 1, 2014
My Sister’s Grave is a solid suspense story that held my interest from start to finish. The writing is smooth, carrying us along without any intrusion from the author. I thoroughly enjoyed the author’s style.
Sleep was like sex. The less you had, the more you craved it, and Tracy Crosswhite hadn’t had much of either lately.
The main characters are well developed. We’re given a strong sense of who they are as people. I was able to feel their struggles and emotions throughout the story.
It could be so cruel, hope. But for twenty years it was all she’d had to hold on to, the only thing to push back the darkness that lingered on the periphery, searching for every opportunity to enshroud her.
The plot moves at a good pace. Facts are revealed as Tracy uncovers them. While the ending might not come as a surprise to many avid suspense readers, the author casts enough doubt to keep us questioning our assumptions.
Two things kept this from being a 5-star read for me. First, the ‘bad guy’ is too predictable and one-dimensional. Second, and more importantly, I didn’t believe the story’s outcome. I don’t want to give details that would spoil the read for anyone, so I’ll have to be somewhat vague here. In general, I thought that Tracy would have either discovered or been told the big secret long before things got out of control. And, more specifically, if I so easily predicted the outcome, the people involved should have as well. My inability to totally buy into the last part of this book took away from my overall enjoyment.
“Not ghosts, Roy. Not chasing ghosts. I’m chasing a killer,” she said.
Despite what I consider the problem areas, this is an enjoyable read by a talented writer.
Thanks for reading.