I am so over the "bad-talking, angry, mixed-up, vulnerable yet sexy woman crime warrior who all the good guys adore and the bad guys challenge" trope. There's as much time spent on this in this book as on the gruesome crimes and the increasingly incredible causes of them. This, not to mention the completely implausible capacity of the "good guys" to fight on through physical trauma and the obvious and early pointers to whodunnit, meant that I heaved a sigh of relief after persevering through to the end. Doubt that I'll be completing the trilogy.