Having long grown bored with the Stephanie Plum series, I was told to check out Riley Spartz. The humor was there, the escapades are there without those stupid fumbling romantic parallelograms.
Riley Spartz, a television reporter in the Twin Cities, is handed two files from a retired Minneapolis homicide detective that show a connection between two dead women named Susan and the date of their deaths. With that pattern set, the deeper she digs, more bodies appear and the killer is leaving clues.
As the November 19th anniversary date looms, Riley must find this serial killer before he can claim his next target. All the while doing additional research work to placate the higher ups at the station with what appears to be a silly little story emanating from a veterinarian’s clinic.
As Riley is still reeling from the death of her husband, she is fighting for her job and her next 40-audience share. Reporting is a cutthroat business and with November also being a sweeps month, she must solve this crime before her news director cuts her out altogether.
During an on air interview, Riley plays one last card in hopes of drawing the killer out. Little did she know that she might be the next victim.
There are a few “could be’s” in the story. The reader bounces back and forth not wanting it to be one but at the same time admitting that it was a possibility. Without it being obvious all along, the conclusion makes perfect sense. If it were not for Riley’s suspect board, the answer would not have been so clear.
I really liked this book; Julie Kramer did not talk down to her readers, but slowly revealed just enough to keep each chapter interesting.