I had never heard of Andrew Gross before reading this book, which I must have picked up for free on Amazon Kindle.  He apparently had done some co-writing with James Patterson before eventually striking out on his own.  This tale, based partially on his own nephew’s death, was somewhat enjoyable and did manage to catch my interest, despite some flaws.

Gross weaves together a story about a young teen who allegedly committed suicide, the uncle who wouldn’t accept the official version of the story, and the ties to a murdering cult leader that seemed an awful lot like Charles Manson.  For the most part, the story was engaging, but there were a few leaps of faith required to make the story keep going.

To be honest, I’m not sure if I would ever search out another entry from Andrew Gross, but, if another special were to pop up like that one that landed this tome in my digital library, I could probably be compelled to give it a shot.