A book featuring fan favourite antihero Nate Romanowski.
In 1995, Nate was in a secret black-ops Special Forces unit abroad when his commander did something terrible.
Now high up in the government, his commander is determined to eliminate anyone who knows about it, and Nate knows exactly how he’ll do it—by striking at Nate’s friends to draw him out.
The 10th novel in the Wyoming game warden Joe Pickett series.
Possibly the best, so far.
Astonishingly, the bad guys are based on a true story.
It’s Joe Pickett’s last week as a temporary game warden in the mountain town of Baggs, Wyoming, but his conscience won’t let him leave without checking out the strange reports coming from the wilderness: camps looted, tents slashed, elk butchered.
What awaits him is like something out of an old campfire tale, except this story is all too real-and all too deadly.
When a high school student’s body is found and her boyfriend goes missing, tough-as-nails former sheriff Cork O’Connor is forced into the center of an eerie mystery with a shocking twist ….
… all evidence points to her boyfriend, local bad boy Solemn Winter Moon.
Despite Solemn’s self-incriminating decision to go into hiding, Cork O’Connor isn’t about to hang the crime on a kid he’s convinced is innocent.
… And when Solemn reappears, claiming to have seen a vision of Jesus Christ in Blood Hollow, the mystery becomes thornier than Cork could ever have anticipated.
This book reminded me a bit of Dan Brown’s Da Vinci Code, a scavenger hunt for clues to a murder.
In this book, half-Scottish, half-Italian Enzo MacLeod used to be one of the top forensics experts in Scotland, and now he lives in Toulouse, working as a university professor.
Divorced in Scotland and widowed in France, he has an estranged Scottish daughter and a French daughter he has raised by himself.
Enzo foolishly enters into a bet that he can solve the cold case of a murder (disappearance?) 10 years past.
He follows a series clues deliberately left behind by a killer.
The first half of the book I found entertaining with many surprising and quirky situations. But ultimately it’s hilariously over-the-top. A bit embarrassing for such a skilled wordsmith.
The even bigger problem for me is Enzo MacLeod himself. Quick to anger. Quicker to drink. He’s an unlikable jerk. And not as smart as he thinks.