Un man attempts to abuse a teenage girl. She resists. He becomes more and more insistent. She defends herself and he ends up slipping and crashing down the cliff under the indifferent gaze of the young girl, who then embarks on a methodical cleaning of the traces she could have left, riding a motorcycle hidden in the area. and disappears. It is a real execution that has just taken place. But the night is not yet over for the slayer. Shedding her false identity as a cute and naive teenager, she goes to Jill, who is still unaware that her husband has just died trying to attack a girl, and murders him in turn.
What she doesn’t know is that her last victim had a rather special friend: Zoe. The latter cries out for revenge. Don’t be fooled by its appearance. If she has the harmless physique of a ten-year-old child, she is actually much older, the development of her body having been blocked when she was possessed by a demon.
Readers of Terry Moore will immediately recognize a character that appeared on the show Rachel Rising. For others, it is better to be aware of the special nature of this heroine. Indeed, this aspect is taken for granted, which risks confusing neophytes, especially since the rest of the story, although it borrows much more from the classic thriller, has some fantastic adventures which then seem incomprehensible.
Serial depicts a woman who attacks rapists and pedophiles. The plot as such remains quite classic, focusing on the investigation led by Zoé and the successive crimes of Jenni. Terry Moore is a seasoned songwriter capable of leading an album with great skill. He knows when to pick up the pace and when a breath is welcome… Reading is therefore very pleasant. But for the result to stand out from an episode of Criminal Minds or other, the whole thing would have had to have a little extra soul. The author of Stranger in Paradise has accustomed us to offering particularly endearing characters. Unfortunately, this dimension is sorely lacking here.
The scenario does not suffer from any obvious weakness, but it is nothing more than a hunt for serial killer what’s more. All the usual steps are scrupulously present. Where is the hint of originality that could differentiate this story from the others? The author avoids the easy trap of modus operandi crimes that go from gloomy to foul. It is then possible to hope that the final confrontation between two characters as troubled and guided by such complex feelings will lead to an interesting climax. This is not the case, no doubt because Jenni, the hunter turned prey, quickly turns out to be one-dimensional and caricatural. If there is nothing frankly negative to note, there is above all nothing clearly positive either. The whole reads easily, without displeasure. Some scenes are very successful, including one exposing the capacity for social adaptation of psychopaths, which recalls all the talent of “directing actors” of the designer. But once the book is closed, there is not much left. A few hours that passed without passion or boredom.
By T. Cauvin