“The mop-up,” says our hero as crooks, creeps and assorted bottom feeders finally surrender to the forces of good, “was...
Could it be that one of the LAPD’S fairest-haired boys is actually a dirtbag? Say it ain’t so, Shane (Three Shirt Deal, 2008, etc.).
The evidence that Detective Shane Scully is a cheesy blackmailer is so conclusive that three of his colleagues show up at his house in the dead of night to arrest him. Even loyal Alexa Scully—aka Lt. Scully, chief of detectives—seems deeply distressed by her husband’s base behavior. In short order, Scully is stripped of badge, gun, rank and dignity, though for the good of the service he’s allowed to resign. No sooner has he been shown the door, however, than Scully is determined to hook up with “the dreaded Haven Park PD.” Could it be there’s something so rotten in Haven Park—a haven indeed to bent cops, crooked politicians and diverse lowlifes—that extraordinary measures are required to sweep it clean? Could it be that Shane is only a counterfeit dirty cop? Readers who suspected as much on page two will soon find their perspicacity rewarded. From then on to the denouement, it’s the usual Cannell hodgepodge of violence, sadism and limp plotting.
“The mop-up,” says our hero as crooks, creeps and assorted bottom feeders finally surrender to the forces of good, “was right out of a Bruckheimer movie.” Or a phoned-in Cannell novel.Pub Date: Jan. 6, 2009
ISBN: 978-0-312-36628-5
Page Count: 336
Publisher: St. Martin's
Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Oct. 15, 2008
A fresh voice in psychological suspense.
An original take on a familiar pop-culture motif.
The “final girl” is a trope familiar to film scholars and horror-movie fans. She’s the young woman who makes it out of the slasher flick alive, the one who lives to tell the tale. After she survives a mass murder, the media tries to make Quincy into a final girl, but she refuses to play that part. Instead, she finishes college, finds a great boyfriend, and builds a comfortable life for herself on the Upper West Side of Manhattan. She’s managed to bury her trauma under a mountain of Pinterest-ready sweets—she runs a successful baking blog—and psychological repression. Then another final girl, a woman who's tried to be a mentor to Quincy, dies of an apparent suicide, and the cracks in her carefully constructed world begin to show. Reporters come looking for her. So does Samantha Boyd, another survivor. It’s clear that Sam is trouble, but precisely what kind of trouble is one of the mysteries of this inventive, well-crafted thriller. Quincy might look like a model survivor, but that’s only because she’s managed to conceal both her reliance on Xanax and her penchant for petty theft. Quincy is convinced that she and Sam can help each other, but Sam’s bad habits mesh a little too neatly with Quincy’s own. As she begins to lose control, Quincy starts to doubt Sam as she gets ever closer to truths she’s managed to suppress. While most of the book is written from the heroine’s point of view, Sager weaves scenes from the night Quincy’s friends were slaughtered into the narrative. This is a clever device in that it gives readers information that Quincy can’t access even as it invites readers to question her claims of memory loss. Also, knowing the outcome of this horrible event makes watching it unfold nerve-wracking. This is not to say that readers can feel secure about knowing what they think they know. Sager does an excellent job throughout of keeping the audience guessing until the final twist.
A fresh voice in psychological suspense.Pub Date: July 11, 2017
ISBN: 978-1-101-98536-6
Page Count: 352
Publisher: Dutton
Review Posted Online: April 17, 2017
Kirkus Reviews Issue: May 1, 2017
Melodramatic yet wildly entertaining, with a smashing twist.
A woman meets her dream guy, but his mother is something out of a nightmare in Jones’ debut thriller.
Emily Havistock is immediately attracted to the handsome Adam Banks when they meet each other’s eyes across the room at a networking event for her London consulting firm, and even though she wasn’t looking for a boyfriend, it doesn’t take long before they’re seeing each other every night. Emily’s last relationship ended in disaster, but she feels a true connection to Adam, although he’s not forthcoming about his past. A couple of months into the relationship, he invites her to meet his mother, Pammie, and assures Emily that Pammie will love her. On the way, when Emily makes a light joke about his mom’s taste in music, Adam snaps at her. One would think that Emily might have considered cutting her losses then and there. But, no, Emily is enamored with Adam, so she vows to make it work. What follows is a hellish sequence of passive aggressive nastiness on the part of Pammie that would bring any woman to her knees, begging for mercy. Emily doesn’t feel like she can confide in Adam since he treats his mother like a saint, but she does have the support of her flatmate, Pippa, and best friend Seb. It doesn’t help that Emily feels undeniable sparks with Adam’s younger, very attractive brother, James. Things with Pammie eventually come to a head in a spectacular way, and Emily begins to realize that Adam may not be as perfect as she thought. Emily, who narrates, is relatable even if readers will root for her to put the fiendish, and fiendishly clever, Pammie in her place and smack Adam for not sticking up for her. Jones ratchets up the tension to the breaking point and throws in a curveball that will make readers’ heads spin.
Melodramatic yet wildly entertaining, with a smashing twist.Pub Date: Aug. 21, 2018
ISBN: 978-1-250-19198-4
Page Count: 304
Publisher: Minotaur
Review Posted Online: May 27, 2018
Kirkus Reviews Issue: June 15, 2018
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