An entertaining private-eye yarn with off-kilter skulduggery and domestic comedy.
A twisty detective thriller featuring ruthless gardening and possibly worse.
This third installment of Bond’s mystery series finds private investigator Molly McGill back in placid northern New Jersey. Local housewife Martha Dodson hires her to prove that her neighbor Kent Kirkland kidnapped two boys who’ve been missing for months—and is currently holding them in a bedroom above his garage. It’s probably just a busybody’s idle fancy; the police believe that one of the boys may be dead and that the other is in Venezuela. There’s also nothing especially suspicious about Kirkland aside from an apparent delivery of a scooter to his house and a weird incident when he destroyed his own begonias in a fit of rage. Molly worms her way into his house, posing as a horticulturist, and finds that the mystery bedroom contains vegetable seedlings, not captive boys—but Kirkland proves so angry, controlling, and odd that she sticks with the investigation. She’s helped by detective Art Judd, who brushes off Martha’s theories but still supplies leads to Molly, in part because the two have taken a romantic shine to each other. Meanwhile, Molly parents 14-year-old Zach and 6-year-old Karen, assisted but not really helped by her cantankerous live-in grandmother. After the special-ops fireworks that Molly set off with colleagues Quaid Rafferty and Durwood Oak Jones in The Anarchy of the Mice (2020), this solo outing showcases a quieter kind of sleuthing. Bond shows how Molly deploys her psychology training in nerve-wracking scenes in which she improvises strategies to get information or derail violence. He tells the story with his usual well-paced plotting, sharply etched characters, and atmospheric prose: “It was dusk, that time before exterior lights wink on when houses seem to watch the street with slit eyes,” Molly observes of Kirkland’s pretty yet sinister subdivision. There’s also raucous humor (“Do you take advantage of the prostitutes when you book them?” Granny asks a mortified Art, inspired by her gritty TV police dramas). The result is a diverting mystery with a beguiling, shrewd, and tough hero.
An entertaining private-eye yarn with off-kilter skulduggery and domestic comedy.Pub Date: June 1, 2021
ISBN: 978-1-73-462252-2
Page Count: 194
Publisher: Self
Review Posted Online: June 16, 2021
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Aug. 15, 2021
Review Program: Kirkus Indie
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
So, Paradise isn’t paradise, and the Parker legacy lives on.
Parker’s Jesse Stone series continues with more trouble in Paradise, Massachusetts.
Police Chief Jesse Stone does a welfare check at the urging of a local citizen named Matthew Peebles and discovers a dead body in a room piled high with trash and old Polaroids depicting murder victims, either garroted or shot in the head. Who werethese victims? Chief Stone improbably keeps the investigation local—no need to complicate the story with the state police or the FBI—and that helps maintain the small-town flavor of this entertaining tale. Stone hires a new cop, Derek Tate, for his understaffed department. But to put it mildly, Tate is a poor fit. Boss and newcomer have radically different concepts of policing: Stone sees himself as a servant of his community, while Tate only wants to catch criminals and crack heads. At one point, Stone asks him what he did on his shift: “Did you give a tourist directions? Did you help an old lady cross the street or get a little girl’s cat out of a tree? Anything at all like that?” Tate replies “That’s not what real cops do,” and proceeds to alienate “beloved institutional figure” Daisy, cafe owner and longtime provider of donuts and muffins to Paradise’s finest. Indeed, Tate could be a model fascist, and Stone’s biggest mistake is not firing him. Meanwhile, Peebles fears for his life because of his “aging mobster” great uncle, who just might have something to do with all those murders. If Peebles says anything to the cops, he knows he’s a dead man. Hell, he’s probably doomed anyway. Stone is a stand-up cop who puts his life on the line for the town he loves, and his dealings with friends and colleagues are fun to witness: “I’m the chief. I’m supposed to tell you what to do,” he tells Molly Crane, his deputy chief. “It’s adorable that you think that,” she replies. And when all Paradise cops are banned from Daisy’s cafe because of Tate’s stupidity, Stone navigates treacherous territory while showing respect. This is Farnsworth’s first entry in the series created by Robert Parker, and fans will be pleased.
So, Paradise isn’t paradise, and the Parker legacy lives on.Pub Date: Feb. 4, 2025
ISBN: 9780593544761
Page Count: 336
Publisher: Putnam
Review Posted Online: Nov. 9, 2024
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Dec. 15, 2024
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