The victim and her family were all “saints” in every way possible. Not one character defect in the bunch. The author presented them in such glowing terms they were unbelievable. It was like a “1950s” Ozzie and Harriet. The reader was okay and did a good job with what he had to work with. I ended skipping ahead 25 chapters to hear how it ended. Not out of suspense but to prevent myself from dying of boredom.