In the third trimester of her pregnancy, Baltimore private investigator Tess Monaghan is under doctor’s orders to remain immobile. Bored and restless, reduced to watching the world go by outside her window, she takes small comfort in the mundane events she observes . . . like the young woman in a green raincoat who walks her dog at the same time every day. Then one day the dog is running free and its owner is nowhere to be seen.
Certain that something is terribly wrong, and incapable of leaving well enough alone, Tess is determined to get to the bottom of the dog walker’s abrupt disappearance, even if she must do so from her own bedroom. But her inquisitiveness is about to fling open a dangerous Pandora’s box of past crimes and troubling deaths . . . and she’s not only putting her own life in jeopardy but also her unborn child’s.
Previously serialized in the New York Times, and now published in book form for the very first time, The Girl in the Green Raincoat is a masterful Hitchcockian thriller from one of the very best in the business: multiple award-winner Laura Lippman.
It’s pretty bad. A private detective is held at home because she has some difficulties at the end of her pregnancy.
As she finds herself alone, she looks out the window and sees that, every day, a woman dressed in a green raincoat walks her dog. One day she sees the dog alone, with the leash still on, so she decides that something has happened to the owner and goes on to investigate.
The research is not worth a dime, the characters are unsubstantial, the setting leaves much to be desired…
It’s the eleventh in the series starring researcher Tess Monaghan, and, if they’re all like this, I can’t imagine how there can be so many.
I’d like to point out that the difference with the other novel I read from this author, What the Dead Know, is quite pronounced. The other one was worth reading, not this one.