“Oh, God, why didn't you let me die? If I had done the sensible thing, if I had taught music, or sold dresses, or waited on tables, anything, except be a detective, it wouldn't have happened. If I hadn't ignored that call!”
Kate's cry seems to fill the room, the room empty except for the grand piano, and the old chair from the cellar. Here she looked on the world for the last time with her physical eyes, looked at her husband's lifeless body, watched as the harmless looking jar was thrown in her face. Here too, she had watched as her hopes her dreams died with her unborn child.
Kate Talbot, blinded by the psychopath who killed her husband and unborn child, feels safe in her world of gadgets and video games. Brett, her former partner in their small town detective agency has no right to expect her to help investigate a series of fatal accidents at a home and school for disabled children. He has no right but he does, and she finds herself interested despite her fear of failure, and the very real fear of physical danger.
“Who Will Hear Them Cry” tells of that danger that fear and Kate's triumph as she reaches out to hear the children's cries for help.
