Confounding their superiors, two young police officers, Jesse Rosenberg and Derek Scott crack the case and arrest the murderer, earning themselves handsome promotions and the lasting respect of their colleagues.
But twenty years later, just as he is on the point of taking early retirement, Rosenberg is approached by Stephanie Mailer, a journalist who believes he made a mistake back in 1994 and that the real murderer is still out there, perhaps ready to strike again. Before she can give any more details however, Stephanie Mailer mysteriously disappears without trace, and Rosenberg and Scott are forced to confront the awful possibility that her suspicions might have been proved horribly true.
What happened to Stephanie Mailer?
What did she know?
And what really happened in Orphea all those years ago?
Comment: One more book by Joel Dicker I had in the pile to read. Since I have enjoyed other thrillers by him (more than two other books which are not mainly crime investigations), I had confidence I'd like this one too.
Stephanie Mailer is a reporter who shows up at the retirement party for officer Jesse Rosenberg telling him that, in 1994, he and his partner caught the wrong man, guilty of killing four people. She tells him that the truth was always in front of them and they didn't investigate properly. Stephanie Mailer disappears that same day and that propels Jesse and partner Derek, who has been on desk duty, to reopen the investigation. As things move long, they start noticing that there are more things that seem to be linked to that old case than they imagined, as clues that were overlooked before, now take a new meaning. But happened, what made the killer scared that he or she felt they had to kill again?
This was a very rewarding story to read. It might not be perfect because there were some transitions here and there that seemed forced and around half way a few details were presented in such a way that coincidence is a weak word to describe things, but one thing is true: it was a real roller coaster of entertainment to read this story.
The plot is centered on the investigation happening in the present but there are a few scenes spread throughout the book in which we can see something from the POV of the protagonist, in the past. I'm glad this wasn't "flashback style" because I tire very easily of that method, and this way I could sense I was not being too distracted by going back and forth. Besides, I really like it when we, the reader, can follow up the clues on the now as the characters do, instead of just having that information as a given while the characters are in the dark.
I also think the author must have watched a lot of movies because I could see a couple of references to scenes I remember seeing in a movie; perhaps there were more and I didn't recognize them. This said, I think the plot was constructed in a very ingenious way, there are twists and red herrings around all the time, and while the chapters didn't all end in surprises or shocking news, I've felt that going forward was always going to tell me something new, something for me to think about.
What an imagination it must have required to sequence the events in a reliable way, to add details and make them (mostly) work out with what we had read before... the author really did a good job creating the plot. I never suspected the killer was that person, and I'd have preferred for someone else to be guilty, but I think it made sense, psychologically speaking. It was also fun to be able to see how some little things mattered a lot more than seemed obvious when certain things were introduced.
The characters were all very intriguing but not in the sense that they were all keeping secrets. I mean, of course they did that, but their personalities were what was really fun to look for. I also liked the fact that everyone had layers but only one character or two, clearly antagonists, were really "bad people" and all the others had more to them than just a label we could give them. It was really a relief to think these characters were not all secretly hiding terrible stuff or something. Some were simply people trying their best.











