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If you’re wondering who can give Stephanie Plum a run for her money, meet Tai Randolph.
Teresa Ann “Tai” Randolph, barely a week into relocating from Savannah to Atlanta, where she’s camping out at her brother Eric’s place, pulls into his driveway and discovers a dead woman slumped over the steering wheel of a car. Since Eric had left that morning for a cruise in the Bahamas and Tai had just inherited Dexter’s Guns and More shop from her uncle, she becomes a person of interest to the APD, even though she swears she never met the corpse when it was Eliza Compton. Digging through her brother’s files, Tai finds business cards for Dan Garrity, senior investigator for the cops, and Marisa Edenfield, executive partner at Phoenix Corporate Security Services, where Eric was doing consulting work. Garrity becomes her detecting mentor, sort of, and Marisa puts her on the payroll to protect company interests (don’t ask). But it’s former Special Ops/ex-APD guy, Trey Seaver, a total dreamboat even if he’s struggling with a little work-engendered brain damage, who’s with her every step of the way as the plot ricochets past strippers, senators, another dead body, a boyfriend, a trophy wife, a tail or two, a few gunshots and a kiss that takes your breath away.
Tai’s next adventure can’t come soon enough. She’s adorable, Trey is worthy of her and Whittle’s first foray into crime fiction is noteworthy.
