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I HEAR THE SIRENS IN THE STREET

From the Detective Sean Duffy series , Vol. 2

Like The Cold Cold Ground (2012), a gruesomely accurate portrayal of ’80s life in Ireland and a searing indictment of...

The second in the author’s Troubles Trilogy, focusing on the 1982 Northern Ireland war zone.

Belfast DI Sean Duffy never gets in his car without checking first to see if the Irish Republican Army has rigged a bomb to its undercarriage or the Ulster Defence Regiment is standing nearby ready to lob Molotov cocktails through the windshield. Nobody is really safe in Belfast these days, and he and DC McCrabban have had their share of run-ins with both sides. When a bloody trail leads to a locked suitcase tossed in a trash bin, they open it to find a decapitated torso with a partially obliterated tattoo. The autopsy indicates that the victim was poisoned, frozen and chopped up, and the toxin was Albrin, a rare tropical concoction never before seen in the U.K. but recorded as being used three times in the U.S. by husbands eliminating their womenfolk. Was this a tourist? The tattoo identifies him as a veteran of the U.S. military, and cagey consulate and FBI sources identify him as William O’Rourke, a one-time Internal Revenue Service member who’s been visiting Ireland looking for his roots. The suitcase he was found in leads Duffy to the isolated home of Martin McAlpine, supposedly an IRA victim months back, although the investigation into his death was slipshod. The duffer who handled it turns up dead, while McAlpine’s well-connected older brother Sir Harry tries to stop Duffy’s inquiries. He’s not the only one. The Secret Service, the Brits and the FBI all seem to have a stake in a coverup, and Duffy also manages to antagonize John DeLorean, who’s battling local economic doldrums by employing 3,000 Ulstermen in his Northern Ireland car factory. Ordered to stand down, Duffy ignores his higher-ups, flies to Boston, where he’s almost killed, then returns to confront a firebombing and a demotion.

Like The Cold Cold Ground (2012), a gruesomely accurate portrayal of ’80s life in Ireland and a searing indictment of political trade-offs, religious intemperance and morally corrupt businessmen.

Pub Date: May 14, 2013

ISBN: 978-1-61614-787-7

Page Count: 256

Publisher: Seventh Street Books

Review Posted Online: Oct. 8, 2017

Kirkus Reviews Issue: April 1, 2013

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A CONSPIRACY OF BONES

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. 22, 2019

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Jan. 15, 2020

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BADLANDS

A suspenseful, professional-grade north country procedural whose heroine, a deft mix of compassion and attitude, would be...

Box takes another break from his highly successful Joe Pickett series (Stone Cold, 2014, etc.) for a stand-alone about a police detective, a developmentally delayed boy, and a package everyone in North Dakota wants to grab.

Cassandra Dewell can’t leave Montana’s Lewis and Clark County fast enough for her new job as chief investigator for Jon Kirkbride, sheriff of Bakken County. She leaves behind no memories worth keeping: her husband is dead, her boss has made no bones about disliking her, and she’s looking forward to new responsibilities and the higher salary underwritten by North Dakota’s sudden oil boom. But Bakken County has its own issues. For one thing, it’s cold—a whole lot colder than the coldest weather Cassie’s ever imagined. For another, the job she turns out to have been hired for—leading an investigation her new boss doesn’t feel he can entrust to his own force—makes her queasy. The biggest problem, though, is one she doesn’t know about until it slaps her in the face. A fatal car accident that was anything but accidental has jarred loose a stash of methamphetamines and cash that’s become the center of a battle between the Sons of Freedom, Bakken County’s traditional drug sellers, and MS-13, the Salvadorian upstarts who are muscling in on their territory. It’s a setup that leaves scant room for law enforcement officers or for Kyle Westergaard, the 12-year-old paperboy damaged since birth by fetal alcohol syndrome, who’s walked away from the wreck with a prize all too many people would kill for.

A suspenseful, professional-grade north country procedural whose heroine, a deft mix of compassion and attitude, would be welcome to return and tie up the gaping loose end Box leaves. The unrelenting cold makes this the perfect beach read.

Pub Date: July 28, 2015

ISBN: 978-0-312-58321-7

Page Count: 272

Publisher: Minotaur

Review Posted Online: April 21, 2015

Kirkus Reviews Issue: May 15, 2015

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