Post has a real knack for creating a complex plot that maintains its drive through sweat-slicked settings that range from raucous Daytona Beach strip clubs to the kind of lonesome roads where nothing good happens. She’s also adept at making us care about characters who in other fictional settings might be the bad guys. When Ramey says unhappily, 'I just held a gun on a man while he ate a Power Bar. Tied up. In my garden shed,' we feel for her.
...[a] violent, emotionally wrenching sequel ... Post combines classical genre tropes with a touch of Harry Crews–style Southern gothic in this terrific crime novel.
