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A third case for blue-blooded, impoverished Suffolk County prosecutor Abigail Endicott takes her out to the ballgame, which is further than the Red Sox catcher gets.

Starting pitcher Francis "Moe" Morrissey is only half a battery without Rudy Maddox, but Rudy’s disappeared just in time to miss opening day at Fenway Park. While Abby and Detective Kevin Farnsworth, the Boston cop her boyfriend, Ty, constantly suspects of getting too close to her, hustle here and there looking for clues to Maddox’s whereabouts, backup catcher Wayne Ellis also vanishes, but less inconclusively: He’s found shot to death in the Fens. Both men left behind improbable stashes of cash and sealed containers holding nothing more valuable than scuffed baseballs. Why would they hold onto treasures like these? More important, who’s going to be Moe Morrissey’s catcher from now on? This last question turns out to be moot when the suspect Abby and Kevin arrest for Ellis’ murder tells them Moe paid him to do the job. Now Abby (The Graves, 2017, etc.), whose parents have cut her off because they disapprove of her work, has to confront not only one of the most popular guys in the city, but every single potential juror who resents the fact that he’s out of the Bosox rotation and wants to get his autograph. With every step Abby takes toward unfolding her case in and out of court, Moe and his wily attorney, Anthony Cashman, spring another nasty surprise that neutralizes her advantage or sends her into a defensive huddle. It’s especially ironic that when one of her key witnesses is accused of racial prejudice, Abby herself has good reason to know how apt that charge is. By the time the trial ends, you can practically hear her counting down the days till football season begins.

Foursquare investigation of the sort prosecuting attorneys do mainly in fiction, followed by a rousing, albeit unsubtle, courtroom battle. Throw the book at him.

Pub Date: May 1, 2018

ISBN: 978-1-250-07790-5

Page Count: 336

Publisher: Minotaur

Review Posted Online: March 5, 2018

Kirkus Reviews Issue: March 15, 2018

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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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Patterson's thrillers (Virgin, 1980; Black Market, 1986) have plummeted in quality since his promising debut in The Thomas Berryman Number (1976)—with this latest being the sorriest yet: a clanky and witless policer about a criminal mastermind and the cop sworn to take him down. Aside from watching sympathetic homicide dick John ("Stef") Stefanovich comeing to terms with a wheelchair-bound life—legacy of a shotgun blast to the back by drug-and-gun-running archfiend Alexandre St.-Germain—the major interest here lies in marvelling at the author's trashing of fiction convention. The whopper comes early: although St.-Germain is explicity described as being machine-gunned to death by three vigilante cops in a swank brothel (". . .a submachine gun blast nearly ripped off the head of Alexandre St.-Germain"; "The mobster's head and most of his neck had been savaged by the machine-gun volley. The body looked desecrated. . ."), before you know it this latter-day Moriarty is stepping unscathed out of an airplane. What gives? Authorial cheating, that's what—thinly glossed over with some mumbling later on about a "body double." Not that St.-Germain's ersatz death generated much suspense anyway, with subsequent action focusing on, among other items, the gory killings of assorted mob bosses by one of the vigilante cops, and Stef's viewing of pornographic tapes confiscated from that brothel. But readers generous enough to plod on will get to read about the newly Lazarus-ized St.-Germain's crass efforts to revitalize and consolidate the world's crime syndicates ("the Midnight Club"), Stef's predictable tumble for a sexy true-crime writer, and how (isn't one miracle enough for Patterson?) at book's end Stef walks again and gets to embrace a rogue cop who's murdered several people. Ironsides with a badge and a lobotomy.

Pub Date: Jan. 23, 1988

ISBN: 0446676411

Page Count: 384

Publisher: Little, Brown

Review Posted Online: Oct. 3, 2011

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Jan. 1, 1988

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