It's been over 20 years ago (in my early teens) since I started reading Tony Hillerman's Leaphorn & Chee mysteries. I'm pretty sure I've read them all. When I saw this, I hoped she can pick up where her father left off. Unfortunately, I was disappointed. I'm not entirely sure if it's my age, or my nostalgia, but it felt off to me. It didn't have the same pace, and the characters didn't seem too compelling. It was quite painful for me to read, but since I have to finish what I started, I forced myself to finish reading it. And that's not a good feeling to have.