I have grown to be a big fan of Kevin Pierce’s delivery. Someone else described him as your grandpa reading you a very dark bedtime story, and they’re not wrong. But he doesn’t overdo different characters’ voices, and doesn’t mispronounce things or attempt cringe accents, and he has a slow but not too-slow pace. So.

The book is really well-written (much more so than many a true crime story to be honest)—I thought the structure was interesting and the mixture of first-person accounts and third-person narrator held my attention. Sensitive readers beware though: the descriptions of the rapes are very graphic and disturbing, even for one who listens to a LOT of true crime. And the descriptions of the dudes (including and especially the cops) who were like ¯_(ツ)_/¯ “rape? That sounds like a ‘you’ problem, ladies—have you tried NOT being raped?” were infuriating. The late 70s/early 80s were not the high water mark of victim advocacy, I guess.