This book was TERRIBLE!

Danny, a minor background character from the first book, is completely mischaracterized in this sequel, just so she can become the "surprise" accomplice to Abby. But it is no surprise, none at all! XD It is laughable how much Danny gets away with. An intern to a retired cop gets LEFT ALONE with an alleged serial killer?!?! And gets assigned detective duties, like connecting an email address on a Paypal receipt to the name of a John who has been murdering prostitutes in Abby's honor! And every time Danny's left alone with a perp, or given an assignment she has no right to handle, she magically, instantly, has an answer to lead the cops somewhere new... Because DUH, Danny is helping Abby, and misdirecting the cops, and every scrap of information she "searched" for was actually premeditated, planted information that Abby schemed up.

And it only works not because Danny and Abby are super-geniuses, which the book wants you to believe. No, it works because everyone in this book has an insane number of friends-with-benefits who break the rules for them. Abby has two prison guards enamored with her, who help her escape. Danny has a friend at the border to Mexico, who helps them escape. Even Jerry, the retired cop, calls in a bunch of favors with other cops, so that they overlook regulations and get him the information he needs to keep following the case. The case he shouldn't be on. Because he's retired. And far too emotionally invested. A SMART turn of events, would have been for Abby and Danny to mislead Jerry long enough for him to get CAUGHT breaking the rules, and then use this technicality to get all his evidence thrown out! Then, Abby could walk free. Instead, she and Danny just make a break for it, there's a huge manhunt, and yet somehow we're supposed to believe that they cross the border and drive off into the sunset?! Too easy. And stupid. And easy.

But dumb plot aside, my second-biggest gripe is that I feel betrayed: The first book had so many GOOD points about addiction, the stigmas around it, the helplessness, the blurry line people draw between what's an "acceptable" addiction and what's not... Creep did what good horror/thriller is supposed to do: It held up a mirror to the reader and asked, "Who's the real monster? What are we capable of?"
Freak. Does. Not! Freak does not have a point. It has no theme, no message, no focus. It's a bunch of campy nonsense about how everyone gets a boner for Abby, and some trite, sad scenes about how difficult marriages can be... Nothing! A book full of nothing. I am angry I wasted my time moving my eyeballs over these words.