by Robert Ferrigno ‧ RELEASE DATE: June 27, 1995
Though Ferrigno struggles valiantly to inject gallons of angst and attitude into his latest, the result is a wandering, joyless attempt to reinvent the gruff roman policier. Quinn (The Cheshire Moon, 1992; Horse Latitudes, 1990) is back, and he's an even bigger dunderhead than ever. He still has his job at SLAP magazine churning out copy under the bitchy gaze of publisher Antonin Napitano, a twittering hybrid of Rupert Murdoch, CondÇ Nast, and Hugh Hefner. Tormented by lingering affection for his ex-wife and daughter, seriously noncommittal when it comes to his photojournalist girlfriend, Quinn is one of those existential samurai who could just as easily be a rogue cop or a p.i.; the only advantage seems to be that, since he has a real job, he can tool around in a jeep rather than riding the bus. When Quinn learns that his stepfather, a judge, has been murdered, he latches onto the LAPD's investigation with the tenacity of a pit bull and finds himself drawn into a demimonde peopled with brooding shadow boys and psychotic hairdressers, two of whom—Hugo and Rick—are on a mild homicidal rampage. More killings follow, and arrows begin pointing at Joe Steps, a crippled friend Quinn had given up for dead but who was really serving a bogus 30-year sentence in the pokey. Quinn can swallow that cab-driver Hugo is acting as Joe's de facto chauffeur/confidant, but he goes ballistic when he gleans that Rick's been stalking Quinn's family. Meanwhile, entering into the action somehow is celebrity defense attorney Ellis Fontayne, a man who merits butch disdain because he wears loafers. Ferrigno doesn't so much pursue these disparate plotlines as opt for the Quentin Tarantino storytelling strategy of endless verbal dueling. The tough-guy banter is fun but leaves what little honest evil there is seeming tacked on. Dead men, of course, can't dance. But the choreography seems to be a problem, too. (First printing of 150,000; $250,000 ad/promo; Literary Guild and Mystery Guild featured alternate)
Pub Date: June 27, 1995
ISBN: 0-399-14025-5
Page Count: 400
Publisher: Putnam
Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: April 1, 1995
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by Kathy Reichs ‧ RELEASE DATE: March 17, 2020
Forget about solving all these crimes; the signal triumph here is (spoiler) the heroine’s survival.
Another sweltering month in Charlotte, another boatload of mysteries past and present for overworked, overstressed forensic anthropologist Temperance Brennan.
A week after the night she chases but fails to catch a mysterious trespasser outside her town house, some unknown party texts Tempe four images of a corpse that looks as if it’s been chewed by wild hogs, because it has been. Showboat Medical Examiner Margot Heavner makes it clear that, breaking with her department’s earlier practice (The Bone Collection, 2016, etc.), she has no intention of calling in Tempe as a consultant and promptly identifies the faceless body herself as that of a young Asian man. Nettled by several errors in Heavner’s analysis, and even more by her willingness to share the gory details at a press conference, Tempe launches her own investigation, which is not so much off the books as against the books. Heavner isn’t exactly mollified when Tempe, aided by retired police detective Skinny Slidell and a host of experts, puts a name to the dead man. But the hints of other crimes Tempe’s identification uncovers, particularly crimes against children, spur her on to redouble her efforts despite the new M.E.’s splenetic outbursts. Before he died, it seems, Felix Vodyanov was linked to a passenger ferry that sank in 1994, an even earlier U.S. government project to research biological agents that could control human behavior, the hinky spiritual retreat Sparkling Waters, the dark web site DeepUnder, and the disappearances of at least four schoolchildren, two of whom have also turned up dead. And why on earth was Vodyanov carrying Tempe’s own contact information? The mounting evidence of ever more and ever worse skulduggery will pull Tempe deeper and deeper down what even she sees as a rabbit hole before she confronts a ringleader implicated in “Drugs. Fraud. Breaking and entering. Arson. Kidnapping. How does attempted murder sound?”
Forget about solving all these crimes; the signal triumph here is (spoiler) the heroine’s survival.Pub Date: March 17, 2020
ISBN: 978-1-9821-3888-2
Page Count: 352
Publisher: Scribner
Review Posted Online: Dec. 22, 2019
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Jan. 15, 2020
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by C.J. Box ‧ RELEASE DATE: July 28, 2015
A suspenseful, professional-grade north country procedural whose heroine, a deft mix of compassion and attitude, would be...
Box takes another break from his highly successful Joe Pickett series (Stone Cold, 2014, etc.) for a stand-alone about a police detective, a developmentally delayed boy, and a package everyone in North Dakota wants to grab.
Cassandra Dewell can’t leave Montana’s Lewis and Clark County fast enough for her new job as chief investigator for Jon Kirkbride, sheriff of Bakken County. She leaves behind no memories worth keeping: her husband is dead, her boss has made no bones about disliking her, and she’s looking forward to new responsibilities and the higher salary underwritten by North Dakota’s sudden oil boom. But Bakken County has its own issues. For one thing, it’s cold—a whole lot colder than the coldest weather Cassie’s ever imagined. For another, the job she turns out to have been hired for—leading an investigation her new boss doesn’t feel he can entrust to his own force—makes her queasy. The biggest problem, though, is one she doesn’t know about until it slaps her in the face. A fatal car accident that was anything but accidental has jarred loose a stash of methamphetamines and cash that’s become the center of a battle between the Sons of Freedom, Bakken County’s traditional drug sellers, and MS-13, the Salvadorian upstarts who are muscling in on their territory. It’s a setup that leaves scant room for law enforcement officers or for Kyle Westergaard, the 12-year-old paperboy damaged since birth by fetal alcohol syndrome, who’s walked away from the wreck with a prize all too many people would kill for.
A suspenseful, professional-grade north country procedural whose heroine, a deft mix of compassion and attitude, would be welcome to return and tie up the gaping loose end Box leaves. The unrelenting cold makes this the perfect beach read.Pub Date: July 28, 2015
ISBN: 978-0-312-58321-7
Page Count: 272
Publisher: Minotaur
Review Posted Online: April 21, 2015
Kirkus Reviews Issue: May 15, 2015
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