I got so irritated with the way this book was structured - to tease the reader as much as possible with ambivalent clues about who died, and why - that I finally got fed up at the 65% mark and skimmed the rest. I simply checked each paragraph quickly for relevant content and then went to the next. So I didn't miss any of the reveals or twists and I finished in the amount of time that this book should take. I am very disappointed and not sure about reading another Moriarty, now. This book's message, which is probably a valuable one (about domestic violence) was completely lost on me. I just can't deal with having a mystery presented to me on page one and then wade through 400+ pages of petty school-parent politics and domestic wranglings to have the mystery resolved. It just doesn't make for satisfying entertainment. Very big let-down.