Betsy Thornhill had a face lift. It worked so well that she now passes for her mid-thirties, instead of 51. After decades in London, she moves back to Manhattan a few months after 9/11. Within days, a man who came on to her is dead, and she’s the main suspect.
I didn’t like this book or Betsy. I couldn’t believe that all the male characters would throw themselves at her—she looks great, but her personality and confidence are lacking. Implausibly, Betsy fails to think about her estranged daughter, Franny, for 160 pages, despite the strain of being a murder suspect and despite the importance of Franny for the rest of the book.