French’s strikingly mature prose purrs along as smoothly as ever, but the mystery is a mess from beginning to end, and the...

FRIDAY ON MY MIND

Can psychotherapist Frieda Klein possibly get in any worse with the members of London's Metropolitan Police whose patience with her has already worn thin? Yes, she can—when the evidence marks her as a murderer.

By the time his corpse is fished out of the Thames, neurologist Alexander Holland is scarcely identifiable. But a hospital bracelet he’s wearing labeled “Dr. F. Klein” leads DCI Sarah Hussein and DC Glen Bryant to Frieda, and she makes the dry-eyed identification. Asked why one of her former patients would be wearing her bracelet when he got his throat cut, she reluctantly acknowledges over several interrogations that Sandy Holland was more than her patient; he was a former lover who wouldn’t accept their breakup and kept calling her with the persistence of a stalker. Since Frieda maintains that she’s already being stalked by murderous Dean Reeve (Thursday’s Children, 2016, etc.), who she insists must have killed Sandy, Hussein and Bryant think this sounds like an awful lot of stalkers, and when Sandy’s wallet turns up in her dresser drawer, they prepare to arrest her. Instead of turning herself in, however, Frieda takes it on the lam, going to ground in a burrow arranged by her friend Josef Morozov, a Ukrainian builder with contacts from here to Kiev. At first determined to gather evidence against Reeve, she gets a momentary jolt when the timetable for Sandy’s murder indicates that Reeve can’t have killed him but smoothly switches gears, masquerading as the world’s most improbable nanny in order to snoop into the private lives of Sandy’s other friends, a disconcerting number of whom turn out to be former lovers as well, until she shakes one tree too many and the killer appears in her path.

French’s strikingly mature prose purrs along as smoothly as ever, but the mystery is a mess from beginning to end, and the heroine’s tough/imperiled shtick is beginning to wear thin. For loyalists only.

Pub Date: Oct. 4, 2016

ISBN: 978-0-14-312722-2

Page Count: 336

Publisher: Penguin

Review Posted Online: July 20, 2016

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Aug. 1, 2016

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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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POP GOES THE WEASEL

After a flight in fantasy with When the Wind Blows (1998), Patterson goes to ground with another slash-and-squirm psychokiller page-turner, this one dedicated to “the millions of Alex Cross readers, who so frequently ask, can’t you write faster?” By day, Geoffrey Shafer is a charming, 42-year-old British Embassy paper-pusher with a picture-perfect family and a shady past as an MI-6 secret agent. Come sundown, he swallows a pharmacy of psychoactive pills, gulps three black coffees loaded with sugar, and roams the streets of Washington, D.C., in a battered cab, where, disguised as a black man, he rolls dice to determine which among his black female fares he—ll murder. Afterwards he dumps his naked victims in crime-infested back alleys of black- slum neighborhoods, then sends e-mails boasting of his accomplishments to three other former MI-6 agents involved in a hellish Internet role-playing game. “I sensed I was at the start of another homicide mess,” sighs forensic-psychologist turned homicide-detective Alex Cross. Cross yearns to catch the “Jane Doe murderer” but is thwarted by Det. Chief George Pittman, who assigns sexy Det. Patsy Hampton to investigate Cross and come up with a reason for dismissing him. Meanwhile, Cross’s fiancÇe is kidnaped during a Bermuda vacation, and an anonymous e-mail warns him to back off. He doesn’t, of course, and just when it appears that Patterson is sleep-walking through his story, Cross nabs Shafer minutes after Shafer kills Det. Hampton. During the subsequent high-visibility trail, Shafer manages to make the jury believe that he’s innocent and that Cross was trying to frame him. When all seems lost, a sympathetic British intelligence chief offers to help Cross bring down Shafer, and the other homicidal game-players, during a showdown on the breezy beaches of Jamaica. Kinky mayhem, a cartoonish villain, regular glimpses of the kindly Cross caring for his loved ones, and an ending that spells a sequel: Patterson’s fans couldn’t ask for more.

Pub Date: Oct. 19, 1999

ISBN: 0-316-69328-6

Page Count: 432

Publisher: Little, Brown

Review Posted Online: May 20, 2010

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Aug. 15, 1999

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