Maureen Coughlin is a heroine for sure, although that is not what she ever, ever wanted to be. I loved this book, and found myself enjoying Loehfelm's descriptions of Maureen's environment and of her thoughts at least as much as I enjoyed the pace of a very exciting story. Actually, I believe M...
Waiting for the detective to speak first, Maureen walked with her hands jammed in the pockets of her leather jacket, which was zipped to her chin. She had her NOPD knit cap pulled low on her head. And she was chilled to the bone. Atkinson walked with her big hands clasped behind her back, no hat,...
They were in the break room. Scales had been taken away. She hoped he didn’t end up on Theriot’s watch. Maureen’s right hand ached. She had filled half of her flip-top notebook with the Scales interview after it ended. Her head spun from what she’d heard. Atkinson was eager to get moving on the i...
I didn’t see or hear from Danny at all during that time. I didn’t try to forget him; that was impossible. But I tried to stop hoping, on my birthday and on his, at Christmastime, anytime I saw a little blue car drive by, that he would walk out of the ether and back into my life. I tried convincin...
It covers more than twenty thousand acres, taking up over ten percent of Staten Island’s total area. For nearly fifty years, all the household waste from all five boroughs of New York City was deposited at Fresh Kills. Back when I was in high school that was three hundred thousand tons a day. It’...