A good, not great, entry into the Alexandra Cooper series. But this series is so good that what is only good here would be great somewhere else. It's all relative; I'd say you should read this but don't expect it to be as strong as The Kills, for example.
Alexandra Cooper has seen many murder victims, but few more disturbing than the silk-clad body of a woman, her hands and feet tied to a ladder, pulled from the turbulent waters at Manhattan's northern tip. With her colleagues, including NYPD detectives Mike Chapman and Mercer Wallace, Alex races against the clock and hopes for a "cold hit".
This is an overly convoluted story with multiple things going on and way too many suspects. It wasn't confusing enough, so both Alex and Mike had new cases popping up (almost daily) and getting little airtime but including many new issues, suspects and witnesses. There was so much going on that it was very distracting to the main focus of the story. Unless you are an art aficionado, you won't have a clue what they are talking about. And forget about all the NYC history that is thrown in for shits and giggles. This book was easily 100 pages longer than it needed to be.
If you haven't read Linda Fairstein before you have been missing some of the best straight, exciting crime novels around. Written by the ex Assistant DA of NYPD's Sex Crimes unit she knows her subject and is able to move the reader from crime scene to police headquarter to the courtoom as only a insider and great writer can manage.