BAD LIAR

Third in a series—after A Thin Dark Line (1997) and The Boy (2018)—featuring a pair of married detectives in Louisiana.

A body lies on the bank of a bayou, his face and hands obliterated by a shotgun blast. He has no ID. Why, police wonder, didn’t the killer use any of the countless places one might dump the body forever in the alligator-infested swamps of the south Louisiana French Triangle? Then at the local sheriff’s office, B’Lynn Fontenot makes a frantic scene because no one will look for her missing adult son. But Det. Antoinette “Annie” Broussard listens with compassion and promises to investigate the young man’s fate, for better or worse. Is he the homicide victim? DNA testing will take time. Meanwhile, Annie muses that “B’Lynn could hold onto a sliver of hope, and the thing about slivers was that they were usually painful and often left a scar.” Then a second man is reported missing, and the Partout Parish sheriff’s office gets busy. A former high school football star had become hooked on painkillers years earlier after a 350-pound kid landed on him during practice. Was it an accident? That’s part of the gripping plot that opens a window into Cajun culture. Lt. Nick Fourcade leads a division of several detectives that includes Annie, who’s his wife. She’s just returned to work after having been badly hurt on the job, and he’d like her to take it easy. But “when trouble comes calling, you are seldom out of earshot,” he says. Nick and Annie are a well-matched pair both professionally and maritally, and they are decent, loyal, and tough. Spousal abuse, drug addiction, jealousy, and revenge cloud the lives of victims and suspects alike while characters like Nick pepper their dialogue with a Cajun patois: a fool is a couillon, a runt is a pischouette. Nick is far more endearing to Annie, whom he privately calls ‘Toinette. Hoag is a terrific crime writer, but readers have had to wait long stretches to catch up with Nick and Annie: It’s been six years since book no. 2 and it was 21 years before that. Maybe Hoag will lessen the gap next time. Anyway, the ending just might make a reader’s eyes well up. C’est vrai.

A gripping crime yarn from one of the best.