After police social worker Elenora Bello becomes pregnant, she begins experiencing premonitions of future crimes - and she soon realizes that her strange new abilities are the key to solving a centuries-old Montréal murder. First in a series!" Of course it is. But what does it have to offer that's new? A psychic who can never get the clear impression that it was Colonel Mustard with the lead pipe in the conservatory. No. They never, ever, ever get that. It's always uselessly vague impressions tediously dragged out over the course of the novel. There is nothing more boring than that. And given that she gets her vague clues at a glacial pace, how is that any better than the usual police method? So what's new here? The baby? Yawn.
