I was in awe as to how many times the mothers of the murdered children derailed, interfered, and nearly caused mistrials in the efforts of hard working police and prosecutors.
Instead of me feeling sympathy for the two mothers, who the author attempted to portray as heroically fighting against the system to catch their children’s killers, I found them to be pathetic, insanely irrational, and downright dangerous. Every lead that they tried to take credit for, the police or prosecutors were already looking at. The suspect was already at the top of the list. And then they had the audacity to ridicule the police, the judges, and the lawyers for criticizing them for their actions.
At almost no time do they take any responsibility for their actions or admit that they themselves were the greatest help to the murders defense. I found it almost comical that they refused to even attempt to understand the justice system.
Yes, the suspect gets to have a fair trial.
No, you don’t have the right to murder him, his girlfriend and his child with a fire bomb! This last point should be obvious, especially to the mother of a murdered child!
I understand the pain that they were going through. In my own life I have experienced loss at a level I felt was life crushing and thought I would never recover. But I let the police do their job.
The police did an amazing job and when the officer filled the bathroom with heated superglue as a last ditch effort to find any fingerprints I was on my feet cheering him on! The two mothers ignore and chose to be ignorant of the hard work done by these unsung heroes.
As always the narrator, Kevin Pierce, did an amazing job and that was the only reason I was able to finish this book. The mothers, if they were accurately portrayed by the author, should feel deeply ashamed that they did so much harm.
The mothers of the two young victims were not heroes.