We Are All the Same in the Dark. Julia Heaberlin knows how to write a mystery thriller. Your neck will hurt from the spins, twists, and turns. I was still sitting poolside as I read this book, and it was difficult to break from a chapter, take a dip in the pool, and then hurry back to continue. "Shall I keep sweating and reading, or swim?" Tough summer choices.
Ten years ago Trumanell Branson disappeared. She haunts the small town. Wyatt, her brother, lives as a pariah. He was cleared and yet....
He finds a lost girl in a field of dandelions and the local young cop, Odette Tucker, believes the girl is a catalyst that will ignite a seething town still waiting for its own missing girl to come home. But Odette shares a wound that won't close with the mute, one-eyed mystery girl. (back blurb)
Lots of shocking truths to dig up, lots of violent history to uncover.
p. 221 We are all the same in the dark. My mother said that to me when she kissed me good night. She meant that in the dark, all that's left is our souls. She wasn't imagining me in a hole with a killer, living out my worst fear. Totally blind. Floating in space. One eye just like the other.
Whoa.
