S is for silence: the silence of the lost, the silence from the grave, the silence of oblivion.

Thirty-four years ago, Violet Sullivan placed on her party finery and left for the annual Fourth of July fireworks display. She was under no circumstances seen again. In the small California city of Serena Train station, tongues wagged. Some stated she’d elope with a fan. Some stated she was murdered by her hubby. But also for the not-quite-seven-year-old little girl Daisy that she left out, her absence hasn’t been explained or forgotten.

Today, thirty-four years later on, she desires the solace of closure.

In S IS PERFECT FOR SILENCE, Kinsey Millhone’s nineteenth excursion in to the world of suspense and misadventure, S is perfect for surprises as Sue Grafton requires a whole new method of telling the tale. And S is for outstanding: Kinsey and Grafton at their finest.