A sequel may be necessary to ensure public safety.

A serial killer stalks Boston, mostly unnoticed, as four women obsess over their personal crises.

Fielding’s latest seems unsure of its intentions. Breezy chick lit about stolen boyfriends, the search for commitment, and merry widowhood? Or a creepy thriller with a high-tech twist? An exceptionally handsome psychopath finds dating sites a rich lode of all too credulous—and, to him, contemptible—female victims. The novel opens with a scene depicting Mr. Right Now (the killer's dating-site alias) luring a woman back to his bachelor pad for a gourmet dinner only to bind her and perpetrate thankfully nondetailed atrocities before disposing of her body. Cut to three weeks earlier, as four women endure comparatively less fraught ordeals. Paige has caught her boyfriend, Noah, in flagrante delicto with her look-alike cousin, Heather. Laid off from her advertising job, Paige vacates Noah’s apartment to live with her widowed mother, Joan, age 70. Paige’s best friend, Chloe, is taking cautious steps to escape her abusive husband, Matt, but their two children adore him. Heather, by anonymously tattling to Chloe about Matt’s presence on dating sites, has provided Chloe with impetus and ammunition. Heather is the too-obvious scapegoat of this narrative. The spoiled daughter of Paige’s late father’s identical twin, Heather covets everything Paige has (Noah, a job in advertising), but once she's got it, she loses interest. Dipping into online dating, Paige is intrigued by Mr. Right Now’s profile, and predator and potential prey circle each other via text. The main driver of suspense is whether Paige keeps her date with destiny after many cancellations, most occasioned by Joan’s determination to redefine 70 as the new 60. Only one of Mr. Right Now’s victims is discovered during the plot's three-week time frame, but an extensive criminal investigation is, apparently, beyond this book’s purview. All the while, readers will harbor dread that Heather will, yet again, try to steal Paige’s love interest. Because, vain and silly though Heather is, hers is not the comeuppance we crave.

A sequel may be necessary to ensure public safety.

Pub Date: March 12, 2019

ISBN: 978-0-399-18155-9

Page Count: 368

Publisher: Ballantine

Review Posted Online: Jan. 20, 2019

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Feb. 1, 2019


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

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. 22, 2019

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Jan. 15, 2020


A suspenseful, professional-grade north country procedural whose heroine, a deft mix of compassion and attitude, would be...

Box takes another break from his highly successful Joe Pickett series (Stone Cold, 2014, etc.) for a stand-alone about a police detective, a developmentally delayed boy, and a package everyone in North Dakota wants to grab.

Cassandra Dewell can’t leave Montana’s Lewis and Clark County fast enough for her new job as chief investigator for Jon Kirkbride, sheriff of Bakken County. She leaves behind no memories worth keeping: her husband is dead, her boss has made no bones about disliking her, and she’s looking forward to new responsibilities and the higher salary underwritten by North Dakota’s sudden oil boom. But Bakken County has its own issues. For one thing, it’s cold—a whole lot colder than the coldest weather Cassie’s ever imagined. For another, the job she turns out to have been hired for—leading an investigation her new boss doesn’t feel he can entrust to his own force—makes her queasy. The biggest problem, though, is one she doesn’t know about until it slaps her in the face. A fatal car accident that was anything but accidental has jarred loose a stash of methamphetamines and cash that’s become the center of a battle between the Sons of Freedom, Bakken County’s traditional drug sellers, and MS-13, the Salvadorian upstarts who are muscling in on their territory. It’s a setup that leaves scant room for law enforcement officers or for Kyle Westergaard, the 12-year-old paperboy damaged since birth by fetal alcohol syndrome, who’s walked away from the wreck with a prize all too many people would kill for.

A suspenseful, professional-grade north country procedural whose heroine, a deft mix of compassion and attitude, would be welcome to return and tie up the gaping loose end Box leaves. The unrelenting cold makes this the perfect beach read.

Pub Date: July 28, 2015

ISBN: 978-0-312-58321-7

Page Count: 272

Publisher: Minotaur

Review Posted Online: April 21, 2015

Kirkus Reviews Issue: May 15, 2015

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