THE STUFF THAT DREAMS ARE MADE OF

From a mine deep below Angola’s surface to a penthouse high above Back Bay in Boston, a pair of “financial detectives” investigates a corporate shark engaged in rare Earth minerals—and maybe murder—in this geopolitical thriller.

At the start of Masters’ second Boozy McBain and Boston O’Daniel novel, geologist Daniel Neto sneaks mineral samples out of a pitch-black African tunnel leading from a restricted zone 800 feet below. Leaving the area, he encounters a guard who says he’s been given “the green light to handle things my own way”—and his way relies on a machete and a crocodile. Meanwhile, in Beantown, engineer and geologist Harold Rogers is about to sell his company, HR Tech, to another mining outfit known as Africa’s Future Resources. HR Tech recently developed proprietary technology to extract and process minerals, which skyrocketed the company’s stock. Rogers, who describes gorgeous redhead O’Daniel and McBain as “a swimsuit model and an alcoholic,” hires the designer-dressed sleuths to perform due diligence analysis prior to the sale. As the two investigate, they steer through corporate and government agency regulations and roadblocks, and they come up against Rodney Henry, AFR’s major shareholder. He’s a middle-aged, tough player in the international mining fraternity. While McBain flies to Africa to check out the AFR mines where Neto was gathering samples, O’Daniel stays local to cover Henry—figuratively as well as literally in his penthouse bedroom. And although McBain promises O’Daniel that when he goes to Africa, he won’t take up with a former lover living there, he does connect with his blond ex, and the “air conditioning could barely keep up with the two of them.”

Aside from giving his main characters names that invite eye rolls and chuckles, Masters offers readers an intelligently written book about big business, ambition, seduction, and danger. The author’s experience working in international finance supplies authenticity to the novel, and his familiarity with Boston adds richness. Characters are complex. On the cusp of 30, and 10 years younger than McBain, O’Daniel is an analytic wunderkind with an hourglass figure wrapped in Gucci; is quick to anger; and still has feelings of inadequacy stemming from a hardscrabble past. The fact that Henry, who grew up dirt poor, recognizes those feelings in her draws her to him. McBain also suffers from flaws. He drinks too much (well, he is Boozy), can’t stop smoking, and still stings from a years-old divorce. But any failings make the high-power investigators more intriguing and relatable. Exploiting Earth’s resources is a timely topic, as are the stock market angle and heart-wrenching descriptions of African poverty. Details about McBain and O’Daniel’s past cases and their supposedly platonic relationship emerge slowly. O’Daniel could be talking about readers when she tells McBain: “Never give them too much too soon....Make them work for it.” Dialogue is sharp and often amusing; for example, one mining executive tells McBain: “We are all ruthless sons of bitches when it comes to the land. At the end of the day, we crawl out of a hole in the ground. Remember that.”

A detective story that’s sexy on the surface and smart to the core.