The Other Girl by Erica Spindler : All About Romance %

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Romantic Suspense

The Other Girl

By Erica Spindler

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The Other Girl is a tale of small towns, secrets and the things we do to protect the ones we love. While far from perfect, the book does a good job of capturing the intense relationships parents have with their children and the lengths they will go to in order to keep them safe.

The Boy Who Cried Wolf is Aesop’s famous fable about how lying frequently can result in not being believed when it matters. Miranda – Randi -Radar learns this lesson the hard way when just fifteen years old. On a dark, sultry night in the backwoods of Louisiana, she escapes from the drunken arms of the pervert she was partying with only to head straight into the clutches of a far worse predator. Finding herself drugged and tied up sends her into a panic but with a bit of ingenuity and luck she is able to escape yet again and runs for help while leaving a second victim behind. But Randi’s lies have caught up with her; a juvenile delinquent with a record a mile long and a bad relationship with the cops, she is belittled rather than believed. When she finally connects with someone willing to help her look for the other girl, she and her abductor have vanished and Randi is sent to juvie for being a general public menace.

Fifteen years makes a huge difference in her life. Leaving behind the sassy, rule breaking Randi and going by her full name of Miranda, she has turned into a sedate, meticulous detective for Harmony PD. She’s steady, reliable, dependable – in short, all the things her teenage self would have scorned. She’s also typically unflappable, but the crime scene laid out before her has rocked even her usually stoic demeanor. A man lies on his bed, naked, with his throat slit and his penis stuffed into his mouth. It’s a gruesome, bloody scene that’s shocking in its own right but what Miranda finds when leafing through his papers surprises her even more. A yellowed newspaper clipping speaks of “a teenager who’d sent the police on a wild goose chase in an attempt to divert the authorities from her own infractions.” It was a short column – about her – which most definitely didn’t make front-page news. So why is it in the possession of a man she’s never met, a man who was recently ruthlessly slaughtered?

Jake Billings, Miranda’s partner, doesn’t know why the clipping is in the files of the deceased but he does know that his partner couldn’t have had anything to do with whatever is happening. When Miranda’s prints are found at the crime scene, a place where she should have touched nothing without gloves, he lies smoothly and easily to help cover for her. He may not know what’s going on but he does know the woman he has slowly been drawn to more and more and one thing is certain: she’s not guilty.

There were a lot of things I enjoyed about this novel. I loved the familial reconciliation that takes place between Miranda and her dysfunctional relatives and the subsequent conversations which clear the air about the night which changed the course of Miranda’s life. I really liked the way two different sets of parent/child relationships are examined and that within them the reader is shown how love can go wrong even when that love is genuine. I liked the way small/midsize town policing – which showed the interconnectedness of all the players and the difficulties that could create in an investigation – is portrayed. I loved the atmosphere of the story, a sort of hopelessness and struggle against big odds that fit really well with the small/midsize town policing angle. I liked that the story is intense but also easy to read, with prose that flows smoothly from one scene to the next. But none of that was quite enough to turn this into a good book, although it did keep it from being a totally bad one.

The biggest problem is that the book crisscrosses over the line between reality and fiction. Real life is a messy thing. Events and people can blindside us and completely derail our day, our week, our month or even our year(s). Decisions by those around us can seem to be random, requiring a psychiatrist armed with a full evaluation before we can even begin to figure out what motivated them to do what they did.

Fiction is not real life. Good fiction uses foreshadowing, creates concise characters and gives us a clean lens with which to look at real life’s little foibles. That’s why people who are screaming for reality in fiction really mean they want something realistic and believable – and this book is neither of those things. Do I think in real life horrifically bad investigations happen, grand conspiracies occur and affairs take place with no flirting or foreplay? Sure. But does it work for a romantic suspense novel to have Jake and Miranda hook up with zero relationship building? Absolutely not. Two detectives whose most passionate conversation revolves around evidence with nary a double entendre in sight, should not be burning up the sheets later that night after a quick couple of sentences about how one of them really digs the other. Most of their pre-sex conversations shouldn’t be about the case and determining if one or the other of them might somehow be criminally involved.

It’s also difficult to buy into a detective being clear headed, detail oriented, tenured and sharp when you see that person – in this case Miranda – respond with emotionalism and poor judgment at every opportunity. She isn’t smart about any of her choices – how she handlea crime scenes, the way she interacts with witnesses, the decisions she makes when following evidence or leads or even the timing of when she would sleep with her partner. In a lay person, all of that would have been understandable but in a veteran detective with years of experience under her belt, someone the author wished us to believe in as competent and mature? No.

It doesn’t help that the hero of the tale has almost zero personality and that the rest of the players in the story are caricatures of small town authorities. Nor does it help that the author shortcuts through most of the book, relying on Miranda simply ‘knowing’ or ‘feeling’ in order to move things forward. A good example of that is how she works out the identity of the guilty party: “She knew it without proof. In her gut.” Too much of the plot depends upon magic hunches and strong intuition/feelings.

I can’t really recommend The Other Girl but I am reluctant to completely condemn it. I’m left with damning it with faint praise. This is a readable but deeply flawed story with some mildly intriguing concepts thrown in that keep it from completely sinking under the weight of its problems. Fans of the author may find something to enjoy here and die-hard police procedural/romantic suspense fans may be hard up enough to need this in their life. To all others I would encourage choosing another book over The Other Girl.