Crime fiction, at its best, can be nail bitingly tense. It can reveal profound truths about human nature. It can bring shock and horror and comfort at the same time. That all, of course, assumes the novel you’re reading is actually any good. Eeny Meeny, as you might suspect, is not one of these books.  In hindsight, the title probably should’ve clued me in on that.  The plot in a nutshell: a crazed psychopath kidnaps two people at a time and leaves them to die […]