THE SKY WEEPS FOR ME

An abandoned yacht in a Nicaraguan lagoon hints at much darker crimes in this noir novel by a Nicaraguan author.

As the streets of Managua celebrate the procession of Our Lady of Fatima, Inspector Dolores Morales, Chief of Intelligence of the Office of Drug Investigations, learns of an abandoned yacht a few hundred miles away in Bluefields, monitored by his friend Deputy Inspector Bert Dixon—nicknamed Lord Dixon because of his impeccable manners. (And that’s not all: The city’s DEA liaison is called Chuck Norris because of his resemblance to the action star.) It’s assumed that the yacht was left by “narcos” once traces of blood are found on the deck along with a stained T-shirt. A riverside peddler known as Casanova provides the first solid lead but fears for his safety. And so it goes with the investigation, as violent criminals methodically undermine the work of law enforcement. The raw wounds left by the recent revolution make people wary of cooperating with the police. At length, one murder victim is identified as Sheila Marenco, who was aboard the yacht with an unsavory crowd including thugs Black Bull and Caupolicán (after a legendary Chilean war leader). A melancholy sense of déjà vu hits Morales and Dixon when a body washes ashore, surely linked to the yacht. The complicated search for Black Bull and Caupolicán drags in the DEA and the singular Violeta Maria Barquero, who’s second in command of the Nicaraguan National Police.

Colorful characters and Nicaraguan history are folded into a stylish procedural.