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jennariaUNKNOWN MEANS by Elizabeth Becka.
Cover copy: In Elizabeth Becka's latest highly suspenseful novel, forensic scientist Evelyn James returns to investigate a harrowing series of crimes - only to find that no one is safe.
Evelyn James is a forensic specialist in the Cleveland Medical Examiner's office who's juggling a demanding workload, a teenage daughter from a failed marriage, and a homicide detective boyfriend. And somehow she always happens to be involved in some of the twistiest, most challenging crime scenes imaginable.
This time around she's called in to investigate what appears to be a locked-room mystery: A wealthy woman is murdered in the penthouse suite of a luxurious, high-security building. The building's intricate surveillance system didn't pick up anything, the entrance wasn't forced, and the victim's husband has an airtight alibi. Cases like this, Evelyn knows, can turn on the most microscopic piece of evidence, if she can find it. Then Evelyn's best friend is attacked - and things get personal. When another body is found in an apartment across town, Evelyn realizes the killer's choice of victim is anything but random...
Gender of detective: female
Despite all recent rants, I do not actually object to heroines who go off on their own, boldly investigating even when their overprotective boyfriends tell them not to. Well. Not too much.
On the other hand, this actually manages a nice balance of personal stuff with a puzzle-type mystery. And while the heroine does go off on her own, she and said homicide detective boyfriend come to the solution at the same time, totally separately. ...of course, then the heroine goes off to confront the murderer and winds up accidentally on purpose slicing him in half with an elevator and I, uh, guess she doesn't get convicted on manslaughter charges? Could you claim self-defense if someone was totally willing to chop you into elevator goo?
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Thia, reading: Stef, I think you meant 'faun' with a 'u', not a 'w'.
Stef: Oh. I thought that looked weird.
Thia: I mean, otherwise... "Bambi! Jack, what have you done to Bambi!"
Stef: I'm fixing it!
Team Mariposa: not letting sleep deprivation get in the way of important editing.
Cover copy: In Elizabeth Becka's latest highly suspenseful novel, forensic scientist Evelyn James returns to investigate a harrowing series of crimes - only to find that no one is safe.
Evelyn James is a forensic specialist in the Cleveland Medical Examiner's office who's juggling a demanding workload, a teenage daughter from a failed marriage, and a homicide detective boyfriend. And somehow she always happens to be involved in some of the twistiest, most challenging crime scenes imaginable.
This time around she's called in to investigate what appears to be a locked-room mystery: A wealthy woman is murdered in the penthouse suite of a luxurious, high-security building. The building's intricate surveillance system didn't pick up anything, the entrance wasn't forced, and the victim's husband has an airtight alibi. Cases like this, Evelyn knows, can turn on the most microscopic piece of evidence, if she can find it. Then Evelyn's best friend is attacked - and things get personal. When another body is found in an apartment across town, Evelyn realizes the killer's choice of victim is anything but random...
Gender of detective: female
Despite all recent rants, I do not actually object to heroines who go off on their own, boldly investigating even when their overprotective boyfriends tell them not to. Well. Not too much.
On the other hand, this actually manages a nice balance of personal stuff with a puzzle-type mystery. And while the heroine does go off on her own, she and said homicide detective boyfriend come to the solution at the same time, totally separately. ...of course, then the heroine goes off to confront the murderer and winds up accidentally on purpose slicing him in half with an elevator and I, uh, guess she doesn't get convicted on manslaughter charges? Could you claim self-defense if someone was totally willing to chop you into elevator goo?
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Thia, reading: Stef, I think you meant 'faun' with a 'u', not a 'w'.
Stef: Oh. I thought that looked weird.
Thia: I mean, otherwise... "Bambi! Jack, what have you done to Bambi!"
Stef: I'm fixing it!
Team Mariposa: not letting sleep deprivation get in the way of important editing.