Rees’ second ICE thriller (The Damascus Threat, 2016), long on action, moves at breakneck speed.


A bizarre international incident triggers the hunt for an elusive and dangerous cybercriminal.

Angrily driving home after getting abruptly fired from the graveyard shift at his Brooklyn factory, Anthony Gibson inexplicably loses control of his car as he hears other cars crash all around him. Federal Immigration and Customs Enforcement Agent Dominic Verrazzano tries to help him, but the agent's only reward is hearing Gibson’s dying words. Other equally mysterious crashes span the globe, racking up a huge death toll. Remarkably, all the crashes involve cars made by the Darien Motor Company, based in suburban Detroit. Others on the scene in Brooklyn include FBI operative Gina Jahn and a handful of officials from various agencies battling for control over the ensuing probe. Nearby, at the Brooklyn Detention Center, a man named Tom Frisch, recently taken into custody for an assassination attempt on the president, claims to have valuable intel. Then Frisch is reported dead, hit by a truck while trying to escape, and the agent who was supposed to be transferring him to ICE custody, Bill Todd, is still missing. Jahn and Verrazzano find Todd trapped in Frisch's cell; Frisch is located via a tracking device and recaptured. Since Frisch has been reported dead, Verrazzano is now free to use him as bait and informant, as long as he can hold onto him. They fly with Jahn to Detroit, where their suspicions about terrorist involvement are confirmed. The evidence hints at links to China and possibly Russia. A similar plan meanwhile targets a car company in central Europe. The dash to avert another disaster also takes the agents to Lebanon and Germany in the proverbial race against the clock.

Rees’ second ICE thriller (The Damascus Threat, 2016), long on action, moves at breakneck speed.

Pub Date: July 11, 2017

ISBN: 978-1-68331-134-8

Page Count: 288

Publisher: Crooked Lane

Review Posted Online: May 15, 2017

Kirkus Reviews Issue: June 1, 2017

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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. 23, 2019

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Jan. 15, 2020

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Joe’s fifth case is his best balanced, most deeply felt and most mystifying to date: an absolute must.


Crime-fighting Wyoming game warden Joe Pickett outdoes himself during a temporary transfer from sleepy Saddlestring to fashionable Jackson Hole.

Will Jensen, the Jackson game warden, was a great guy and a model warden, but once his wife left him six months ago, he spiraled into madness and suicide, and now Joe’s been called to replace him. The transition is anything but smooth. There’s no question of Joe’s family coming with him, so he’s reduced to hoping he can get a signal for the cell-phone calls he squeezes into his busy schedule. En route to his new posting, Joe has to pursue a marauding grizzly. He arrives to meet a formidable series of challenges. Cantankerous outfitter Smoke Van Horn wants to go on attracting elk with illegal salt licks without the new warden’s interference. Animal Liberation Network activist Pi Stevenson wants him to publicize her cause and adopt a vegan diet. Developer Don Ennis wants to open a housing development for millionaires who like their meat free of additives. Ennis’s trophy wife Stella simply wants Joe—and he wants her back. As he wrestles with these demands, and with a supervisor riled over Joe’s track record of destroying government property in pursuit of bad guys (Trophy Hunt, 2004, etc.), Joe slowly becomes convinced that Will did not kill himself.

Joe’s fifth case is his best balanced, most deeply felt and most mystifying to date: an absolute must.

Pub Date: May 5, 2005

ISBN: 0-399-15291-1

Page Count: 320

Publisher: Putnam

Review Posted Online: May 20, 2010

Kirkus Reviews Issue: April 1, 2005

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