Hey, she’s gotta get back to Harvard, and Cira’s gold, the stuff dreams are made of, must surely reappear.
Johansen’s sixth entry about forensics sculptor Eve Duncan (Blind Alley, 2005, etc.), who shapes human faces from the skulls of murder victims.
This time, Duncan’s psychic 20-year-old foster daughter, sketch artist Jane MacGuire, takes a starring role. Jane, an archeology major at Harvard, has been on three digs to Herculaneum, where she learned that her face is identical to that of Cira, a Roman courtesan 2,000 years dead. Cira’s ravishing visage appears painted on a wall uncovered from the volcanic ash in Herculaneum, but seemingly buried with her was a chest of gold, now lost. Or not lost. Shortly after Jane’s close student friend, Mike Fitzpatrick, is murdered, back into her life comes risk-taking Mark Trevor, a Scot whose restrained lust for Jane has built up in the four years since they struck sparks in Italy. Trevor flies strong-willed Jane to Aberdeen to let her read ancient scrolls found in a buried tunnel at Herculaneum and to keep her from the clutches of the abominable seekers after Cira’s box of gold: Grozak, a murderer, smuggler, whoremaster and dabbler in drugs whose strings are pulled by gold-obsessed slimeball Reilly. This leaves Eve and her true love, Atlanta police detective Joe Quinn, to worry back in the States. Now more or less alone in the historic castle Trevor has leased, will Jane (at last over 18) and her sexy Scot find velvet nights and silver mornings? Only in passing. To find Cira’s gold, Reilly needs to kidnap Jane. So Trevor, his crew and Jane fly to Idaho to off Reilly, whose suicide bombers are on countdown to blow up a nuclear plant. Will Jane then find the gold?
Hey, she’s gotta get back to Harvard, and Cira’s gold, the stuff dreams are made of, must surely reappear.Pub Date: May 10, 2005
ISBN: 0-553-80342-5
Page Count: 416
Publisher: Bantam
Review Posted Online: June 24, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: May 1, 2005
Greed, love, and extrasensory abilities combine in two middling mysteries.
Coulter’s treasured FBI agents take on two cases marked by danger and personal involvement.
Dillon Savitch and his wife, Lacey Sherlock, have special abilities that have served them well in law enforcement (Paradox, 2018, etc.). But that doesn't prevent Sherlock’s car from hitting a running man after having been struck by a speeding SUV that runs a red light. The runner, though clearly injured, continues on his way and disappears. Not so the SUV driver, a security engineer for the Bexholt Group, which has ties to government agencies. Sherlock’s own concussion causes memory loss so severe that she doesn’t recognize Savitch or remember their son, Sean. The whole incident seems more suspicious when a blood test from the splatter of the man Sherlock hit reveals that he’s Justice Cummings, an analyst for the CIA. The agency’s refusal to cooperate makes Savitch certain that Bexholt is involved in a deep-laid plot. Meanwhile, Special Agent Griffin Hammersmith is visiting friends who run a cafe in the touristy Virginia town of Gaffers Ridge. Hammersmith, who has psychic abilities, is taken aback when he hears in his mind a woman’s cry for help. Reporter Carson DeSilva, who came to the area to interview a Nobel Prize winner, also has psychic abilities, and she overhears the thoughts of Rafer Bodine, a young man who has apparently kidnapped and possibly murdered three teenage girls. Unluckily, she blurts out her thoughts, and she’s snatched and tied up in a cellar by Bodine. Bodine may be a killer, but he’s also the nephew of the sheriff and the son of the local bigwig. So the sheriff arrests Hammersmith and refuses to accept his FBI credentials. Bodine's mother has psychic powers strong enough to kill, but she meets her match in Hammersmith, DeSilva, Savitch, and Sherlock.
Greed, love, and extrasensory abilities combine in two middling mysteries.Pub Date: July 30, 2019
ISBN: 978-1-5011-9365-1
Page Count: 512
Publisher: Simon & Schuster
Review Posted Online: June 30, 2019
Kirkus Reviews Issue: July 15, 2019
One small step, no giant leaps.
Weir (The Martian, 2014) returns with another off-world tale, this time set on a lunar colony several decades in the future.
Jasmine “Jazz” Bashara is a 20-something deliveryperson, or “porter,” whose welder father brought her up on Artemis, a small multidomed city on Earth’s moon. She has dreams of becoming a member of the Extravehicular Activity Guild so she’ll be able to get better work, such as leading tours on the moon’s surface, and pay off a substantial personal debt. For now, though, she has a thriving side business procuring low-end black-market items to people in the colony. One of her best customers is Trond Landvik, a wealthy businessman who, one day, offers her a lucrative deal to sabotage some of Sanchez Aluminum’s automated lunar-mining equipment. Jazz agrees and comes up with a complicated scheme that involves an extended outing on the lunar surface. Things don’t go as planned, though, and afterward, she finds Landvik murdered. Soon, Jazz is in the middle of a conspiracy involving a Brazilian crime syndicate and revolutionary technology. Only by teaming up with friends and family, including electronics scientist Martin Svoboda, EVA expert Dale Shapiro, and her father, will she be able to finish the job she started. Readers expecting The Martian’s smart math-and-science problem-solving will only find a smattering here, as when Jazz figures out how to ignite an acetylene torch during a moonwalk. Strip away the sci-fi trappings, though, and this is a by-the-numbers caper novel with predictable beats and little suspense. The worldbuilding is mostly bland and unimaginative (Artemis apartments are cramped; everyone uses smartphonelike “Gizmos”), although intriguing elements—such as the fact that space travel is controlled by Kenya instead of the United States or Russia—do show up occasionally. In the acknowledgements, Weir thanks six women, including his publisher and U.K. editor, “for helping me tackle the challenge of writing a female narrator”—as if women were an alien species. Even so, Jazz is given such forced lines as “I giggled like a little girl. Hey, I’m a girl, so I’m allowed.”
One small step, no giant leaps.Pub Date: Nov. 14, 2017
ISBN: 978-0-553-44812-2
Page Count: 320
Publisher: Crown
Review Posted Online: July 16, 2017
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Aug. 15, 2017
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