Q is for Quarry
We leave quaint Santa Teresa for the slow life over near the California-Arizona border.
It’s been quiet for many years, but wasn’t so quiet back then when a girl was murdered and then dumped in a corner over on the coast of California.
I do find it hard to believe that people can remember things that happened 18 years ago. I can barely remember what happened 18 hours ago. 18 days would be a stretch, 18 months I’d need the aid of photos. 18 years?
But it’s a fun read and moves along, although I wasn’t even sure who the killer was in the end–even after she explained it! Maybe I just wasn’t paying attention … that must be it.
Maybe I’m just a health nut, but the constant fast-food/junk-food binges have me cringing!
I liked the scenes in the small desert towns near Arizona and examine the life of the locals there. Also, Kinsey’s interactions with the two retired cops was entertaining.