Dark Places by Gillian Flynn
Big family style murder by a teenage boy… The protagonist’s older brother. So she goes back to her hometown as the once-famous only survivor of the killings. She returns because she’s broke, but after decades of prostituting her famous-murder celebrity status for pocket money, she ends up getting involved in trying to unravel the case.
Midwestern darkness abounds. The language is good, and the look back at mid-eighties Satanism scare is… shallow. Then the implausible plotting kicks in. How many killers were in the house that night? The whole thing begins to feel a bit like parts of Scream that got left on the editing room floor. But it’s dirty and sordid and “edgy” as KMK once suggested.
I’ll still probably read more of her stuff. I’m like that.