A solid mystery featuring otherworldly good and bad guys, which primes its readers for future series entries.

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RED SUNSET DRIVE

In the second installment of Walters’ (York Street, 2014, etc.) supernatural-thriller series, a police detective and his ghostly relative go up against vampires in Des Moines, Iowa.

Detective Brett O’Shea’s no stranger to the supernatural. He previously tracked a not-quite-human serial killer with the aid of his great-grandfather Detective Michael O’Shea—who’s been dead for more than 80 years. But Brett has trouble believing the story of Historical Preservation Society president John Allen, who claims that, following his discovery of 14th-century tombs, vampires are now loose in the city. John’s only real piece of evidence was a severed, bloodless finger that’s mysteriously vanished. Dead, drained bodies, however, do turn up with their throats ripped apart. Brett tries to prevent John from publicly attributing these additional murders to vampires and inciting a panic. But he’s also leery when he meets a pale gentleman named Dragos Eldridge. It turns out that Dragos only recently awakened after two centuries with a newfound thirst for the red stuff. His family and friends are all long dead, and his undeniable misery generates sympathy from Brett and Michael, who take him on as a houseguest. But if Dragos isn’t behind the killings, the detectives will need to find and stop the other vampires who may be out there. This novel’s combination of adult sequences and YA–style moments can be bizarre at times; vampire violence and short, explicit sex scenes, for example, coexist with a scene of Brett taunting Dragos with loud kissing sounds when he’s on the phone with a new love interest. Nevertheless, a sense of slow but unmistakable menace galvanizes the plot, which further saddles Brett with a personal dilemma: his reporter girlfriend Lisa Winslow’s new job offer could be the catalyst for a breakup. As in the preceding novel in the series, Michael makes the most of his appearances, typically scaring other characters when he suddenly materializes among them. His old-school ways (including a perpetually worn fedora) and sometimes-antiquated vernacular (such as calling Lisa “Missy”) are consistently charming.

A solid mystery featuring otherworldly good and bad guys, which primes its readers for future series entries.

Pub Date: Jan. 13, 2017

ISBN: 978-1-5320-1117-7

Page Count: 410

Publisher: iUniverse

Review Posted Online: April 24, 2017

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Forget about solving all these crimes; the signal triumph here is (spoiler) the heroine’s survival.

A CONSPIRACY OF BONES

Another sweltering month in Charlotte, another boatload of mysteries past and present for overworked, overstressed forensic anthropologist Temperance Brennan.

A week after the night she chases but fails to catch a mysterious trespasser outside her town house, some unknown party texts Tempe four images of a corpse that looks as if it’s been chewed by wild hogs, because it has been. Showboat Medical Examiner Margot Heavner makes it clear that, breaking with her department’s earlier practice (The Bone Collection, 2016, etc.), she has no intention of calling in Tempe as a consultant and promptly identifies the faceless body herself as that of a young Asian man. Nettled by several errors in Heavner’s analysis, and even more by her willingness to share the gory details at a press conference, Tempe launches her own investigation, which is not so much off the books as against the books. Heavner isn’t exactly mollified when Tempe, aided by retired police detective Skinny Slidell and a host of experts, puts a name to the dead man. But the hints of other crimes Tempe’s identification uncovers, particularly crimes against children, spur her on to redouble her efforts despite the new M.E.’s splenetic outbursts. Before he died, it seems, Felix Vodyanov was linked to a passenger ferry that sank in 1994, an even earlier U.S. government project to research biological agents that could control human behavior, the hinky spiritual retreat Sparkling Waters, the dark web site DeepUnder, and the disappearances of at least four schoolchildren, two of whom have also turned up dead. And why on earth was Vodyanov carrying Tempe’s own contact information? The mounting evidence of ever more and ever worse skulduggery will pull Tempe deeper and deeper down what even she sees as a rabbit hole before she confronts a ringleader implicated in “Drugs. Fraud. Breaking and entering. Arson. Kidnapping. How does attempted murder sound?”

Forget about solving all these crimes; the signal triumph here is (spoiler) the heroine’s survival.

Pub Date: March 17, 2020

ISBN: 978-1-9821-3888-2

Page Count: 352

Publisher: Scribner

Review Posted Online: Dec. 23, 2019

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Jan. 15, 2020

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Locke’s advancement here is so bracing that you can’t wait to discover what happens next along her East Texas highway.

HEAVEN, MY HOME

The redoubtable Locke follows up her Edgar-winning Bluebird, Bluebird (2017) with an even knottier tale of racism and deceit set in the same scruffy East Texas boondocks.

It’s the 2016 holiday season, and African American Texas Ranger Darren Matthews has plenty of reasons for disquiet besides the recent election results. Chiefly there’s the ongoing fallout from Darren’s double murder investigation involving the Aryan Brotherhood of Texas. He and his wife are in counseling. He’s become a “desk jockey” in the Rangers’ Houston office while fending off suspicions from a district attorney who thinks Darren hasn’t been totally upfront with him about a Brotherhood member’s death. (He hasn’t.) And his not-so-loving mother is holding on to evidence that could either save or crucify him with the district attorney. So maybe it’s kind of a relief for Darren to head for the once-thriving coastal town of Jefferson, where the 9-year-old son of another Brotherhood member serving hard time for murdering a black man has gone missing while motorboating on a nearby lake. Then again, there isn’t that much relief given the presence of short-fused white supremacists living not far from descendants of the town’s original black and Native American settlers—one of whom, an elderly black man, is a suspect in the possible murder of the still-missing boy. Meanwhile, Darren’s cultivating his own suspicions of chicanery involving the boy’s wealthy and imperious grandmother, whose own family history is entwined with the town’s antebellum past and who isn’t so fazed with her grandson’s disappearance that she can’t have a lavish dinner party at her mansion. In addition to her gifts for tight pacing and intense lyricism, Locke shows with this installment of her Highway 59 series a facility for unraveling the tangled strands of the Southwest’s cultural legacy and weaving them back together with the volatile racial politics and traumatic economic stresses of the present day. With her confident narrative hands on the wheel, this novel manages to evoke a portrait of Trump-era America—which, as someone observes of a pivotal character in the story, resembles “a toy ball tottering on a wire fence” that “could fall either way.”

Locke’s advancement here is so bracing that you can’t wait to discover what happens next along her East Texas highway.

Pub Date: Sept. 17, 2019

ISBN: 978-0-316-36340-2

Page Count: 304

Publisher: Mulholland Books/Little, Brown

Review Posted Online: July 1, 2019

Kirkus Reviews Issue: July 15, 2019

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