This book is proof that sometimes when you love someone you can really be blind to all their faults till it becomes ridiculous. I know Laurel was supposed to come off as the type that loves unconditionally but she was really annoying when it came to Louis. Yes he was her first love and she had a soft place for him but this man was a suspect and was also connected to potentially three murders and she was still denying he could have done it. I mean all the evidence literally pointed at him. I know  her trust and support for him was supposed to be wholesome and all but I just found it really annoying.

I really did enjoy this book though. I somewhat already concluded that the murderer was definitely one of the siblings so I wasn’t too shocked at the ending. I also really liked how Matthew and Laurel didn’t bullshit their feelings for each other. I mean they’ve been playing cat and mouse for a while claiming to hate each other so it was nice that when she did realise how his behaviour towards her slightly changed, she didn’t waste anytime lying to herself about it. The fact that they were reporters instead of detectives definitely made reading this sort of book more interesting.