HUSH LITTLE GIRL

A star detective’s wedding is interrupted by a gruesome murder in Regan’s crime thriller, the 11th in a series.

Some cases are especially hard on police detective Josie Quinn, and this is one of them. It’s bad enough discovering the body of a murdered little girl on the steps of the church in which Josie is about to get married to her beloved Lt. Noah Fraley. It’s even worse when Josie realizes she has met the victim before—she’s 12-year-old Holly Mitchell, immediately recognizable due to her distinctive white eyelashes (caused by poliosis). Josie encountered Holly three months earlier, when Holly’s mother Lorelei helped Josie put down an injured deer. Holly was not meant to be at the wedding, and her presence on the property is made even more mysterious by the way her body is laid out on the ground, dressed in her pajamas, her fanned-out hair adorned with wildflowers. Creepier still is the pinecone doll clutched in the dead girl’s hand. (“Had it not been found on the body of a dead girl, it might be comical. Instead, it only roiled the acid in Josie’s stomach.”) Josie immediately puts the wedding on hold to find Lorelei and give her the news…only to discover Lorelei, too, has been killed, shot to death in her own kitchen. Luckily, Josie locates Lorelei’s younger daughter Emily hiding in a secret compartment in the girls’ bedroom. Among the other strange evidence found in the house—including burned-up photographs in the greenhouse and the armory of guns and knives hidden in a box beneath one of the mattresses—the police discover a second pinecone doll. Emily is no use as a source of information; just as she was taught to hide, she was taught to keep her family’s secrets. Josie and Noah are committed to bringing Lorelei and Holly’s killer to justice, but the already strange case only grows stranger the deeper they get.

Regan’s crisp prose propels a swift-moving plot, which leans into the tried-and-true tropes of the genre. Here, Josie considers Lorelei’s remote property, which abuts the old farmstead-turned-resort where she planned to have her wedding: “[T]he house was still miles from the main buildings on the resort. There was no chance of anyone accidentally pulling into her driveway, as even that was well hidden. This was a well-loved sanctuary that had been turned into a small pocket of hell.” This book is the 11th in a series, and the beginning of the narrative is slightly bogged down by 10 books’ worth of convoluted relationships (there have been stolen babies, false parents, first marriages, orphaned children, and DNA tests) that need to be explained in the context of Josie’s pending nuptials. Even the backstory of how Josie knows Holly is complicated, requiring the reader to suffer through a contrived prologue. Once things get moving, however, the story progresses quickly, and the central mystery is twisty, perverse, and thoroughly compelling. New fans may not want to start with this volume, but those who love the series will undoubtedly enjoy this unsettling installment.

A grim page-turner filled with family secrets and violent histories.