The fingerprints might have been wiped clean but Agent Cassie Maddox doesn’t get easily fazed. Not until she finds that the murder victim in a small Irish town is a spitting image of her own self. The likeness delivers an opportunity that Maddox and her squad exploit. There’s a lot of distracting nature buildup (rustling in the deep woods, house-creaking) and French takes her time to place all the ducks in order. Nevertheless those who love mysteries that are rich in atmosphere and character studies will appreciate French’s sophomore novel. Proof why she’s such a hot ticket in crime fiction.