As they’re hauled off to jail, the screamingly obvious villains are still asking how likely it is that they really would...

Movie producer/Robert B. Parker ghostwriter Brandman, lately spotted mostly in Paradise, Massachusetts, moves his base of operations to Freedom, California, in this series kickoff.

Some people might think Rosalita Gonzalez has a sweet gig as the nanny to Barry Long III, the 5-year-old son of the Rev. Barry Long Jr., The People’s Pastor. But Ms. Gonzalez makes it clear to Burton Steele Jr., Chief Deputy Sheriff of San Remo County, that she’s not going back to the Long compound. Mary Catharine Morecombe Long, the pastor’s wife, has been missing for a week, and the nanny is sure something very fishy is going on. When Buddy, who got his nickname to distinguish him from Burton Steele Sr., the sheriff who recruited his son from the LAPD when the old man was diagnosed with Lou Gehrig’s disease, rides out to the Long place, the chilly, unresponsive reception he gets does nothing to allay his suspicions. Soon enough he’s shopping among local judges for a search warrant he executes while Long and his brother, Hickham, are out. Although the main evidence he finds—three neatly maintained basement cells—isn’t enough to keep DA Michael Lytell or Murray Kornbluth, the Long family’s hydra-headed lawyer, off his back as he pursues the case, Buddy has a priceless advantage over his adversaries: an imperturbable megadose of attitude he clearly picked up from Paradise Police Chief Jesse Stone (Robert B. Parker’s Damned If You Do, 2013, etc.). Buddy’s laconic self-confidence powers him past a triple homicide that’s treated so casually two of the victims don’t even have names and into bed with runaway Long sister Maggie de Winter, whose warning that she’s no good barely registers.

As they’re hauled off to jail, the screamingly obvious villains are still asking how likely it is that they really would have acted as they’re charged with doing, and you have to admit that they have a point.

Pub Date: Sept. 5, 2017

ISBN: 978-1-4642-0804-1

Page Count: 272

Publisher: Poisoned Pen

Review Posted Online: June 19, 2017

Kirkus Reviews Issue: July 1, 2017


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


As in summer movies, a triple dose of violence conceals the absence of real menace when neither victims nor avengers stir...

Dr. Alex Cross has left Metro DC Homicide for the FBI, but it’s business as usual in this laughably rough-hewn fairy tale of modern-day white slavery.

According to reliable sources, more people are being sold into slavery than ever before, and it all seems to be going down on the FBI’s watch. Atlanta ex-reporter Elizabeth Connolly, who looks just like Claudia Schiffer, is the ninth target over the past two years to be abducted by a husband-and-wife pair who travel the country at the behest of the nefarious Pasha Sorokin, the Wolf of the Red Mafiya. The only clues are those deliberately left behind by the kidnappers, who snatch fashion designer Audrey Meek from the King of Prussia Mall in full view of her children, or patrons like Audrey’s purchaser, who ends up releasing her and killing himself. Who you gonna call? Alex Cross, of course. Even though he still hasn’t finished the Agency’s training course, all the higher-ups he runs into, from hardcases who trust him to lickspittles seething with envy, have obviously read his dossier (Four Blind Mice, 2002, etc.), and they know the new guy is “close to psychic,” a “one-man flying squad” who’s already a legend, “like Clarice Starling in the movies.” It’s lucky that Cross’s reputation precedes him, because his fond creator doesn’t give him much to do here but chase suspects identified by obliging tipsters and worry about his family (Alex Jr.’s mother, alarmed at Cross’s dangerous job, is suing for custody) while the Wolf and his cronies—Sterling, Mr. Potter, the Art Director, Sphinx, and the Marvel—kidnap more dishy women (and the occasional gay man) and kill everybody who gets in their way, and quite a few poor souls who don’t.

As in summer movies, a triple dose of violence conceals the absence of real menace when neither victims nor avengers stir the slightest sympathy.

Pub Date: Nov. 5, 2003

ISBN: 0-316-60290-6

Page Count: 400

Publisher: Little, Brown

Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Oct. 1, 2003

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