This wasn't a murder mystery per se, it was more you know who did what and have to go thru the b.s. in their lives along with them for the consequences of what they did.
To start with I didn't like or feel compassion for anyone at all in the book cept the dog.
The people were liars, killers, stupid, oafish, living in a world of their own. One guy hits a chick over the head with a shovel, she knows he did it and yet she helps him get out of trouble for a murder he committed. We never know if the killer who was the previous owner the house where bodies show up- got busted for stealing his twins' life taking welfare or disability checks. So much is still balls in the air never landing.
I didn't really like the book at all. Mostly because there wasn't anyone sympathetic to speak of. Maybe the cop's wife but she was so flighty it almost doesn't count. The dog was nice enough. The people were jerks. So so for me.
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