Detective Peter Decker's camping trip into the foothills above Los Angeles was meant to help get him closer to the young sons -Sammy and Jake - of his girlfriend, Rina Lazarus. So when the older boy stumbles on a horrific find - two charred human skeletons - Decker is filled with appalled guilt, not to say plunged into a case of double murder. And it is a truly horrifying case. One that takes him from the middle-class respectability of the suburbs to the terrifying crack dens of Hollywood Boulevard. But he is constantly drawn back to the fact that the only unifying thread in a network of violence and sickening corruption seems to be the deaths of two apparently very different young girls...
The crimes in this book are particularly heinous, which makes an interesting backdrop to Peter’s struggle with his faith (or perhaps, lack of it). I was a little surprised by the turn Peter and Rina’s relationship takes.
