The murder of a wealthy Columbia University student provides a steep learning curve for the pair investigating her death.
Every skill private detective Clayton Guthrie picked up in his birthplace of West Virginia and his stomping ground of New York City will be tested by the case. So will his recent hire, Rachel Vasquez, a bright young woman whose parents think she should be in college instead. Rachel is bored by the job until the pair are engaged by the cousin of Columbia student Camille Bowman to look more closely into her death than the police have done. Greg Olsen, Camille’s boyfriend, has been arrested. Greg’s service in the Afghanistan War doesn’t bear too close an examination, and his gun was the murder weapon, but Guthrie and the cousin think that he’s innocent. One witness the police missed is a homeless man who has no plans to testify. His reluctance leads the pair on a hunt through little-known alleys and dangerous stretches of old subway tunnels. Back above ground, Guthrie and Rachel learn that Camille was quite the party girl before she met Greg, and some of her former playmates are not pleased with their investigation. Nor is the Russian Mafia. When they’re nearly killed, they realize that their investigation has hit a nerve with someone powerful. The big question they come up against, however, is whether Camille or Greg was the intended victim.
Despite its modern touches, Hunt’s down-and-dirty debut harkens back to Sam Spade and other classic private eyes. It may be a little rough around the edges, but it drags you in and keeps you reading.