The chase across Europe is serviceable, but the motivating intrigue back in Paris is a major letdown, as if Hornsby...

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NUMBER 7, RUE JACOB

The improbably plush property that investigative filmmaker Maggie MacGowen has inherited a share of in the 6th arrondisement turns out to come with more than its share of criminal baggage.

No sooner has Maggie arrived in Paris, still tired and grimy from her trip from Laos, to survey the former convent she and her half brother, Freddy Desmoulins, have inherited from their mother, Isabelle Desmoulins, than a cryptic phone call from her fiance, tiresomely well-connected trade consultant Jean-Paul Bernard, summons her to an internet cafe, where she learns that he’s booked her on a flight leaving for Venice that day. Shutting off her phone and swearing off her credit cards, as he’s asked, she boards the flight and soon catches up with Jean-Paul, wounded from a brush with one of the two mysterious men following him and Maggie. He spins a hair-raising tale of his close encounter with a bomb-equipped drone and his escape from death when a volunteer nurse’s throat was cut as she slept in a hotel room he’d originally planned to occupy. Between them, Jean-Paul and Maggie try every dodge they can think of, from ducking into the dressing room of a store’s lingerie department to inviting themselves aboard the yacht of a TV talk show host friend to engaging the services of a teenage Venetian hacker, to lose their pursuers, but nothing works, and nothing tells them why InterCentro, a holding company for Russian business interests, is willing to pay to have them followed. The motive for all this mayhem awaits them back in Isabelle’s home in Rue Jacob—but not the malefactor behind it all, who doesn’t even have the grace to make a personal appearance before the curtain comes down.

The chase across Europe is serviceable, but the motivating intrigue back in Paris is a major letdown, as if Hornsby (Disturbing the Dark, 2016, etc.) had grafted the cloak-and-dagger intrigue onto the not very mysterious story she really wanted to tell of her series heroine’s impending nuptials.

Pub Date: April 7, 2018

ISBN: 978-1-56474-599-6

Page Count: 274

Publisher: Perseverance Press

Review Posted Online: Jan. 23, 2018

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Feb. 1, 2018

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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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THE MIDNIGHT CLUB

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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