4 out of 5 stars
Just when Cal Hooper thinks that the village of Ardnakelty has become home, the death of a young woman changes everything. It turns out that Rachel Holohan is well liked, despite her relationship with Eugene Moynihan, the son of the local big man. Tommy Moynihan is used to running things the way he wants them and is willing to use his connections to make life miserable for those who don't cooperate.
The village is divided on many issues, but prominent is this book are those pro and con the Moynihans and on whether Rachel was a murder or a suicide. Cal is part of this community now and his background as a detective (and his role in the two previous books) means that his friends are expecting his involvement. The teenager, Trey, that he has been mentoring, is ready to poke her nose into it, determined to make Tommy pay for his role in Rachel's death.
Cal finds himself explaining to Trey and to his farmer drinking buddies that killing Tommy won't likely prevent the developers from pursuing their plans to scoop up farm land and build some enormous complex of some kind. They've got to be strategic—Tommy has to be alive and capable of scuppering these plans.
French writes a very atmospheric and tense story here. The mystery is less “who done it" and more the mystery of the human condition. Cal and Lena have different ideas of what to do and who to involve. It unexpectedly causes some emotional distance between them. Cal's immediate neighbour and frenemy, Mart, is used to being the leader of whatever is going on. Lena intensely dislikes Mart and wants nothing she knows to help him. If you've ever lived in a small community, you will recognize the undercurrents in Ardnakelty. Long standing grudges and prejudices still shape the present debates. Habitual patterns are hard to disrupt. Politicians are used to being obeyed promptly.
The ending here, while not completely happy, is at least comfortable for Cal, Lena, and Trey. French has wrapped things up to the place where I believe that she is done with Cal. It remains to be seen what she chooses to write next. Sign me up, Ms. French. I'll be waiting.









