KILLING ME

Janet Evanovich meets Thomas Harris in Gagnon’s uneven fifth thriller.

Street-smart Amber Jamison is mortified when she finds herself “bound up like a sushi roll” in a van, potentially the next victim of a serial killer terrorizing Johnson City, Tennessee. Before the Pokémon-obsessed psycho can finish her off, she's rescued by a ski mask–wearing woman armed with a cattle prod who disappears before Amber can learn why this mysterious stranger is hunting serial murderers. Escaping the Pikachu Killer is just the start of our protagonist's misadventures. After an FBI agent calls to set up an interview, Amber, fearful that law enforcement may have uncovered her grifter past, flees her carefully built life as a college student and heads to Las Vegas, where she settles in at the seedy Getaway Motel. Her reprieve, though, is brief; Grace, Amber’s ski mask–wearing savior, arrives on her doorstep, warning that the killer she’s pursuing is stalking Amber, and is later attacked. Amber must rely on her best grifter skills and the support of noir-loving motel manager Dot, romantic interest and sex worker with a heart of gold Marcella, and the injured Grace to catch a monster. Mixing snarky humor that often falls flat and increasingly far-fetched situations with gruesome serial killings makes for a queasy read. Also suffering from queasiness is a lead character who constantly vomits to reveal her emotional turmoil, whether from fear, panic attack, drugs and booze, or revealing her innermost secrets. That’s just lazy writing. The switch from Amber’s sarcastic first-person narration to the solemn third person to reveal the serial killer’s backstory feels clunky and manipulative. Underneath this mess lie the bones of a good thriller about resourceful, empowered women who team up to fight back.

Evanovich fans may enjoy, but devotees of harder-edged thrillers will be disappointed.