I've normally enjoyed Lehane's writing, and looked forward to reading this latest novel. While it starts out well, though, it's quickly apparent that the plot is complex but pointless, and isn't even within shouting distance of reality. Shallow characters skulk around doing implausible things. Nothing and no one is exactly as it appears.
The main character, Rachel--I'd hardly call her a heroine--however, is pretty consistent. She is overwhelmingly selfish. She has troubles that are mostly self imposed, and wallows in them endlessly. Not very many pages in, I realized that the pathetic mess that surrounded her didn't merit close reading, and I skimmed to the disappointing ending. Lehane can do, has done, so much better. This one's not worth the time.