Despite a West Virginia police chief’s misgivings, a fortune teller’s tips turn a cold case hot in Johnson’s second Mountaineer mystery.
Jasper County Sheriff Mary Beth Cain succeeds in closing more cases than her three male predecessors combined. One of those men was her late husband, “strong, silent, dutiful” Bill Cain, killed during a drug bust when he was only 28. Before his death, he was working on the still-unsolved case of missing 19-year-old Maria Ruiz, the granddaughter of the Cains’ housekeeper, Guadalupe. Now Mary Beth’s college-age son, Sam, wants her to reopen the more than 10-year-old case based on new “evidence” learned from a fortune teller he visited with Guadalupe. It turns out that the mystic’s clues do pan out, but piecing the case together requires Mary Beth to connect with her first love, Washington, D.C. lawyer Patrick Connelly; her late husband’s sketchy best friend who always “hated her guts,” Randy Law; jailed cartel hitman Octavio Condor Silva; and her own mother, Mamie, who runs “a hillbilly crime syndicate.” Characters are rough around the edges, living in a struggling county that’s suffering from the ills of drug trafficking. Plucky Mary Beth is dedicated to policing and helping Jasper’s population, yet it’s still a leap to see why “ruggedly handsome” Bill or “big-time” attorney Patrick would be so besotted with the overbearing sheriff with a penchant for whiskey, cigarettes, and foul language. Her bossiness as a parent—she only allows adult Sam to drink decaf—results in him staying with Guadalupe on a college break and not Mary Beth, which surprises and annoys her. The revelations and shocks are plentiful, though, making for a fast-paced book. There’s appealing humor, as well, as when Dr. Bashid Patel, a chain-smoking coroner, does a profane comic routine while reviewing a corpse for Mary Beth.
It’s in the cards: Many mystery fans will enjoy this twisty page-turner.