Prayers for the Dead by Faye Kellerman
It is sad, very sad when only a few pages into a murder mystery you discover that you have not only read it before, but even remember who-dun-it, well, kind of. What is even sadder is that I kept reading regardless. My excuse? I remembered a few of the highlights then how much I enjoyed it the first time.
A famous heart surgeon is found shot in the alley behind an expensive restaurant. Who on earth would want him dead? This man was a humanitatian in every sense of the word, active in his church, on the verge of announcing the successful development of a drug that would save the lives of vast numbers of transplant patients and so forth and so on. But instead he is dead, the drug development will die with him and his family is literally torn apart by the disaster. All anyone can ask is ‘Why?’
Decker is on the case. However, Rina knows the victim and his family. Can he remain objective? Or is jealousy going to get in the way?
OK, so a murder mystery isn’t nearly as good the second time around. But sometimes it is nice to be just ahead of the resolution.
