The trip of their dreams is about to end in murder.
When five old friends are invited to join Abigail Blythe at the launch of her luxury hotel in the Costa Rican rainforest, they jump at the chance to spend a week in paradise.
None of them have heard from Abigail since the summer they went backpacking in Central America as students – a trip that ended in disaster for one member of the group…
Ten years may have passed, but old rivalries are never far from the surface. So when a body is discovered during the hotel’s launch event, it soon becomes clear that one among them must be responsible.
Someone is desperate to keep an old secret hidden – whatever the cost…
One of the key aspects of the mystery genre is in the name – it should be a mystery. There should be twists and turns. Red herrings. Shock. It shouldn’t be so straightforward that the reader figures out the “twist” within the first 100 pages or so and then is bored, waiting for the characters to catch up with the obvious. The only reason I kept reading this book past the first 100 pages was because I was convinced that I couldn’t possibly be correct. It couldn’t possibly be that obvious… but I was wrong. Unfortunately.
I imagine that I just am not the right audience for this book. Perhaps this book is intended for people who don’t really read a lot of mysteries. For those who aren’t used to trying to figure out clues. I’m not really sure. All I know is that it absolutely was not the book for me.
