A++ #BookReview: The Black Wolf by Louise Penny

A++ #BookReview: The Black Wolf by Louise PennyThe Black Wolf (Chief Inspector Armand Gamache, #20) by Louise Penny
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Genres: mystery, suspense, thriller
Series: Chief Inspector Armand Gamache #20
Pages: 384
Published by Minotaur Books on October 28, 2025
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Somewhere out there, in the darkness, a black wolf is feeding.
Several weeks ago, Chief Inspector Armand Gamache of the Sûreté du Québec and his team uncovered and stopped a domestic terrorist attack in Montréal, arresting the person behind it. A man they called the Black Wolf.
But their relief is short-lived. In a sickening turn of events, Gamache has realized that plot, as horrific as it was, was just the beginning. Perhaps even a deliberate misdirection. One he fell into. Something deeper and darker, more damaging, is planned. Did he in fact arrest the Black Wolf, or are they still out there? Armand is appalled to think his mistake has allowed their conspiracy to grow, to gather supporters. To spread lies, manufacture enemies, and feed hatred and division.
Still recovering from wounds received in stopping the first attack, Armand is confined to the village of Three Pines, leading a covert investigation from there. He must be careful not to let the Black Wolf know he has recognized his mistake. In a quiet church basement, he and his senior agents Beauvoir and Lacoste, pore over what little evidence they have. Two notebooks. A few mysterious numbers on a tattered map of Québec. And a phrase repeated by the person they had called the Grey Wolf. A warning…
In a dry and parched land where there is no water.
Gamache and his small team of supporters realize that for the Black Wolf to have gotten this far, they must have powerful allies, in law enforcement, in industry, in organized crime, in the halls of government.
From the apparent peace of his little village, Gamache finds himself playing a lethal game of cat and mouse with an invisible foe who is gathering forces and preparing to strike.

My Review:

This book begins in the exact same place where the previous book, The Grey Wolf, ends. With the same characters, even with the same sentence, at the moment in time where the situation changes irrevocably. The moment, as artist Clara Morrow’s current series of paintings is currently stuck on, the moment just before something happened.

It begins in the village of Three Pines, in the Gamache living room, where the Sûreté du Québec’s Homicide Chief, Armand Gamache, is recovering from his barely averted execution at what should have been the successful conclusion of his latest investigation. It seemed like it was. It certainly looked as if they’d caught and convicted the correct villain.

And that the plot to poison Montréal’s water supply had been averted, at the last possible moment, by a turncoat to that cause. All should be well, and that is what most people believed.

But Gamache’s words to his two seconds, Agents Isabelle Lacoste and Jean-Guy Beauvoir, break that oh-so-comforting belief. As Gamache utters those fateful words, “We have a problem,” Isabelle and Jean-Guy know their patron is unfortunately right.

They made a mistake. Possibly two. They might have followed an entirely too convenient chain of evidence and convicted the wrong man for the plot. Not that the former Deputy Premier of Québec is exactly innocent – because that’s never been true as Gamache knows personally and entirely too well – but that the man isn’t guilty of this heinous act.

But whether Marcus Lauzon was the kingpin of the plan to poison Montréal’s water supply or not, it’s the plan itself that they were all absolutely wrong about. Because that act, as horrifying as it is to contemplate for ALL concerned, was not the end of those plans as they’d all believed. Or at least wanted to believe and hoped was the truth.

The problem that Gamache has seen is that what they all believed was the end of the plot was merely the opening act of a production that was still very much in progress. The problem will be finding the evidence to convince the right people in the right positions of power that there is something worse than the potential deaths of tens of thousands, if not hundreds of thousands, of Montréal residents on the horizon.

Literally.

There’s a war coming. A war that, once it’s seen, can’t be unseen. But it can be staved off, maybe not indefinitely, but for a generation – or two. Maybe longer if both sides get together instead of pretending it’s not happening.

Unless, someone believes they can control the tide of history by forcing the future into the now – no matter the cost as long as they come out on top.

The question that haunts Gamache, and looms over the entire story, is as real as it is deadly. “What happens when water runs out?”

Escape Rating A++: Like last year’s The Grey Wolf, this 20th book in the Chief Inspector Armand Gamache series (start with Still Life, pretty please and with bells on, if you love excellent mystery suspense series!) is entirely too apropos for even post-Halloween. Because it’s utterly chilling in ways that linger long after the final page is turned. It should end triumphantly – and it kind of does. The vast conspiracy that was uncovered in The Grey Wolf is finally laid to rest in this follow-up. Hopefully. Probably. Almost certainly.

But, as the saying goes, “It ain’t over ‘til it’s over.” While the immediate danger of this conspiracy seems to be over, the crisis that it attempted to exploit is not. And will not be. So the ending of The Black Wolf manages to be both satisfying and utterly frightening at the same time. It’s lingering with me in a way that I can’t shake – and I hope that’s true for a LOT of readers, because it needs to be. And it’s what pushed this compelling story from a ‘mere’ A+ to an A++. Because it’s still got me in its grip even after attempting to let it settle for a couple of day. It’s not settling – because the implications are unsettling.

Like most of the later stories in this series, the plot operates on multiple levels. There’s always the ongoing story of Gamache, his colleagues and his family and how those two have merged into one, along with contributions from the residents of the village of Three Pines, especially the poet Ruth Zardo and her duck, Rosa.

Then there’s the second level, that of the case that Gamache is caught up in and/or about to be run over by. Or both. This time it’s both because he did such a thorough job of convicting the perpetrator in the previous book that he’s now in the position of discrediting his previous investigation while at the same time trying desperately to figure out who he can trust vs who was part of making sure he and his team walked down that first primrose path. It’s fortunate for the story, if not for Gamache’s own reputation, that he doesn’t put much stock in what other people think of him – even when it’s the worst it could be.

So he’s operating in the shadows, pretending that previous events have left him less capable than he actually is, looking for needles in haystacks, laptops in treetops and monsters in shadows, hoping he’s wrong but knowing that this time he’s righter than he was – even if he’s still not quite correct. Again. Because there’s another primrose path and it’s every bit as beguiling as the first.

And he’s not the only one being misled, which is where this story gets into the real and the scary and the all-too-frighteningly possible. Even probable over the long term. And where those fears directly intersect with the power of social media, the willingness of humans to give up a little privacy for a little security, and the ability of demagogues, particularly when amplified by an internet megaphone that allows the truth to be manipulated right before their very eyes, to manipulate the very same “Ministry of Truth” that George Orwell portrayed in 1984.

(If you’ve read either 1984 or Animal Farm, both by George Orwell, both classics get referred to a LOT and for excellent reasons. If you’ve read the more recent Where the Axe is Buried by Ray Nayler, there’s a bit of that here too and they’re all worth reading both for context and because they are all great stories with huge amounts of both resonance and relevance.)

I got caught up in the possibilities, because some of them are a bit too real – made even realer by the way that the author anticipated political realities in 2025 that were not yet in evidence when she wrote this book in 2024.. At the same time, the case itself was not just riveting, but the stakes for all of the involved parties – especially Gamache and his extended family – were nail-bitingly dangerous. There were points where I was scared out of my socks that something terrible was about to happen to these characters that I’ve come to care so much about – and I didn’t want to see any of them falter or fall. But I had to know, so I kept being drawn right back into the thick of the story.

To an ending that turned out be a closure, but not a catharsis. THIS mystery is solved, But it feels like the real suspense has only just begun. Which, I’m okay with, at least in the sense of this story, because it means that Chief Inspector Gamache will be back, hopefully this time next year.

#BookReview: Framed in Death by J.D. Robb

#BookReview: Framed in Death by J.D. RobbFramed in Death (In Death, #61) by J.D. Robb
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Genres: futuristic, mystery, romantic suspense, suspense, thriller
Series: In Death #61
Pages: 368
Published by St. Martin's Press on September 2, 2025
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Death imitates art in the brand-new crime thriller starring homicide cop Eve Dallas from the #1 New York Times-bestselling author J.D. Robb.
Manhattan is filled with galleries and deep-pocketed collectors who can make an artist's career with a wave of a hand. But one man toils in obscurity, his brilliance unrecognized while lesser talents bask in the glory he believes should be his. Come tomorrow, he vows, the city will be buzzing about his work.
Indeed, before dawn, Lt. Eve Dallas is speeding toward the home of the two gallery owners whose doorway has been turned into a horrifying crime scene overnight. A lifeless young woman has been elaborately costumed and precisely posed to resemble the model of a long-ago Dutch master, and Dallas plunges into her investigation.

My Review:

There are, as there often are in this series, two things going on. The ‘A Plot’ tends to be the case that Dallas ends up working on, while the ‘B Plot’ is generally wrapped up in whatever is going on with the extended fam.

And that’s the way this OMG 61st entry in the series seems like it was intended to be, as we start by witnessing the first murder – and get thoroughly creeped out being inside the killer’s entitled, egotistical, head.

But in spite of his sociopathy and his narcissism, the serial killer that the media dubs ‘The Artist’ just isn’t all that. Yes, he’s deadly, but he’s also kind of stupid – or high on his own supply of entitlement and privilege. Once Dallas has her sights set on him, he’s not that hard to catch.

So the ‘B Plot’ in this story is the one that takes center stage – or is at least a whole lot more fun AND interesting to follow. For the past several books the story has been following the progress on the new house that Dallas’ oldest and dearest friend, singer Mavis Firestone, along with her designer hubby Leonardo and their daughter Bella, are building together with Dallas’ police partner Delia Peabody and her domestic partner, NYPSD e-geek Ian McNab. Now that the house is completed, and both couples have officially moved in, the background of this book is all about the ginormous, extended, multi-day housewarming event that’s been scheduled.

As long as Dallas gets the case wrapped – which of course she does. That the money and influence the murderer’s family brings to bear THINKS it can get in the way of justice just makes the inevitable resolution that much sweeter and more cathartic.

While the party, and the gathering of the clan and the fam, makes for a perfect – if just a bit understated – happy ending for this latest book in the series.

Escape Rating B: Some entries in the marvelous and marvelously long-running In Death series kick ass and take names on all aspects of the story – as was very much true with the previous entry in the series, Bonded in Death.

Very much on my other hand, sometimes the latest book in the series is merely a chance to catch up with Dallas and Roarke and their ever-increasing found family while oh, by the way, there’s a murder case. Framed in Death is one of the latter entries in the series.

Which does not, by any means, mean that it was bad, and it certainly doesn’t mean that I didn’t have a great reading time visiting with my ‘book friends’ at the NYPSD – because I absolutely did.

But it does mean that this is a book for fans and not an entry point in the series. This was still a single-sitting read for me and I was more than happy to take a trip back – or is that forward? – into Dallas and Roarke’s futuristic world.

IMHO, the problem with this entry in the series is that it a) didn’t tell us anything new about anyone, which is very much in comparison to the reveal of Summerset’s past in Bonded in Death, and b) the story had a terrible case of ‘villain fail’.

J.H. Ebersole just wasn’t all that interesting. Or diabolical. Or even, to be honest, all that smart. He was just an over-privileged and over-entitled white man who didn’t get told “NO” often enough as a child. His rich and powerful “Mommy”, and he still calls her that as an adult, indulged every single one of his wants and tantrums, to the point where he believes he’s entitled to commit murder in furtherance of his art.

Which is honestly mediocre at best.

Dallas and her colleagues only need three days to find and arrest him. Unfortunately, that also means he’s murdered three people in cold blood, but he’s just so used to getting his own way that he didn’t even bother to cover his tracks.

Which is where the real villain, the “Mommy” who made him who and what he is, shows up to ‘rescue’ her baby boy. She was a LOT more interesting as the villain, but we didn’t get enough of her to make the case more interesting. In the end, they both come off as over-privileged whiners.

Not that I didn’t love the righteous takedown at the end.

But the story as a whole was much more about the long drawn out housewarming for Mavis’ and Leonardo’s and Bella’s and Peabody’s and McNab’s new house. Which was lovely and they’ve all earned it but it wasn’t quite enough to sustain the story for anyone who wasn’t already invested in the series.

Which I am, so I had a great time. But this isn’t a great entry in the series. Howsomever, if you’re a fan, it’s a hell of a lot of fun.

And that means I’ll be back in February when Stolen in Death comes out. I already have an ARC and I’m itching to get into it!

A+ #BookReview: Head Cases by John McMahon

A+ #BookReview: Head Cases by John McMahonHead Cases (PAR Unit, #1) by John McMahon
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Source: purchased from Amazon
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Genres: mystery, suspense, thriller
Series: PAR Unit #1
Pages: 341
Published by Minotaur Books on January 28, 2025
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Head Cases follows an enigmatic group of FBI agents as they hunt down a murderer seeking his own justice in this electrifying—and commercial—series debut.
FBI Agent Gardner Camden is an analytical genius with an affinity for puzzles. He also has a blind spot on the human side of investigations, a blindness that sometimes even includes people in his own life, like his beloved seven-year-old daughter Camila. Gardner and his squad of brilliant yet quirky agents make up the Patterns and Recognition (PAR) unit, the FBI’s hidden edge, brought in for cases that no one else can solve.
When DNA links a murder victim to a serial killer long presumed dead, the team springs into action. A second victim establishes a pattern, and the murderer begins leaving a trail of clues and riddles especially for Gardner. And while the PAR team is usually relegated to working cold cases from behind a desk, the investigation puts them on the road and into the public eye, following in the footsteps of a killer.
Along with Gardner, PAR consists of a mathematician, a weapons expert, a computer analyst, and their leader, a career agent. Each of them must use every skill they have to solve the riddle of the killer’s identity. But with the perpetrator somehow learning more and more about the team at PAR, can they protect themselves and their families…before it’s too late?
With an enigmatic case that will keep readers on the edge of their seats and a thoroughly engaging ensemble cast, John McMahon’s Head Cases is a triumph.

My Review:

FBI Agent Gardner Camden isn’t supposed to be out in the field investigating current cases. Gardner, and his whole team, the PAR Unit (Patterns and Recognition), are the team that stays in the office and investigates the rest of the FBI’s ‘white whales’, the cold cases that haven’t been solved by more accepted methods of investigation – or more acceptable agents – but still need resolution.

All the agents in PAR, every single one of them, have an eye for detail, an ability to put the oddest pieces together into the right puzzles – and/or have pissed off the powers that be in one way or another.

PAR is career Siberia, even if it’s located in sunny Jacksonville Florida.

PAR’s cases are supposed to be ice cold and only conducted among the files, but Gardner is out in the field again because one of his old, cold cases has turned suddenly and unexpectedly hot. A serial killer is dead. That’s not why the case is hot. The case is hot because that serial killer was declared dead years ago, in a case that Gardner closed himself – because the killer was dead.

Turns out he wasn’t. But he is NOW. Meaning that someone found a man the FBI hadn’t been able to find – and killed the one they let get away. The one that Gardner let get away.

Just as Gardner reopens THAT old case, another serial killer gets his just desserts halfway across the country. But this one hadn’t gotten away. He’d served his time, paid his debt to society, and was released to live out his remaining, declining, years. Whether he’d have killed again in his old age was certainly a possibility – but it hadn’t happened yet. It hadn’t even had time to happen.

Leaving PAR and its ensemble of misfit agents on the trail of a serial killer who kills serial killers, using not his own methods but the just desserts of killing each killer by using each killer’s own methods to make his point.

He’s also made the point that he’s on the inside, reading their files, following their tracks. Either he’s breached the FBI’s highly vaunted security – or he’s already inside it.

All PAR has to do is put together all those patterns and recognize not only whodunnit but why and how. What made THIS serial killer blow, and what they need to do to protect themselves and their loved ones even as the FBI threatens to pull the plug on their case and their careers to protect itself from an enemy within.

Escape Rating A+: I picked this up this week because the book I planned to read was really fluffy and it just wasn’t what I was in the mood for. What I wanted was something a bit darker and grittier, which led me right to the mystery/suspense/thriller section of the virtually towering TBR pile.

This is the book that reached out and grabbed me – and it was absolutely the right book at the right time.

I often have kind of a love/hate relationship with thrillers. I get caught up in the pacing, I love the chase, I adore that the characters who are doing the chasing are often very good at their jobs. In other words, they generally hit my kink for competence porn squarely on the nose.

The problem I have is that the motivation for the thriller is often something I don’t want in my head. Things I absolutely do recognize exist but that I don’t want to be fully immersed in. Things like domestic violence, stalking, and serial killers.

And yes, I know I just contradicted myself. But this is a story about serial killers told from the perspective of the police hunting them down. We’re never inside the killers’ heads – which is the place I don’t want to be AT ALL.

So the process of this one reads like a police procedural – just one where the clock is ticking very loudly because the perpetrator keeps on perpetrating at a fast clip and fully intends to keep right on doing it until he gets stopped by the investigators – who he is also targeting.

In that sense, Head Cases reminded me a lot of the Quinn & Costa and Forensic Instincts series, both series where highly competent teams chase down serial killers or other equally dangerous and deadly repeat criminals. Head Cases hit a thriller sweet spot that I got caught up in from the very first page and didn’t let me go until the righteous and cathartic end.

Gardner, in particular, also gave me vibes of Miranda Chase from her Miranda Chase NTSB series. Both characters see the world a bit differently due to neurodiversity, and both use their differences as strengths in their chosen fields. I’m very glad to have found another protagonist whose adventures and investigations are utterly absorbing – and I like both of their ‘Scooby gangs’ very much.

Head Cases turned out to be an edge-of-the seat compelling read for this somewhat thriller-adverse reader. I’m thrilled (yes, pun definitely intended) to say that there’s a second book in the series, Inside Man, coming out in January. I’m looking forward to seeing PAR tackle another case as well as, perhaps, getting stuck into the mess that the FBI has made of itself at the end of this book.

#AudioBookReview: Ink Ribbon Red by Alex Pavesi

#AudioBookReview: Ink Ribbon Red by Alex PavesiInk Ribbon Red by Alex Pavesi
Narrator: Dino Fetscher
Format: audiobook, eARC
Source: supplied by publisher via NetGalley
Formats available: hardcover, paperback, ebook, audiobook
Genres: mystery, suspense, thriller
Pages: 320
Length: 7 hours and 38 minutes
Published by Henry Holt and Co., Macmillan Audio on July 22, 2025
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A wickedly plotted new thriller, in which a group of friends play a deadly game that unwraps a motive for murder, from Alex Pavesi, the author of The Eighth Detective.
Anatol invites five of his oldest friends to his family home in the Wiltshire countryside to celebrate his thirtieth birthday. At his request, they play a game of his invention called Motive Method Death. The rules are simple: Everyone chooses two players at random, then writes a short story in which one kills the other.
Points are awarded for making the murders feel real. Of course, it’s only natural for each friend to use what they know. Secrets. Grudges. Affairs. But once they’ve put it in a story, each secret is out. It’s not long before the game reawakens old resentments and brings private matters into the light of day. With each fictional crime, someone new gets a very real motive.
Can all six friends survive the weekend, or will truth turn out to be deadlier than fiction?

My Review:

Characters in mystery thrillers would probably have longer life expectancies if they read more mystery thrillers. It would make them aware that the very last thing you should do if you observe one of your friends acting suspiciously is to tell that person that you are aware that they are acting suspiciously and that you plan to inform the police about it.

Which generally results in that act of informing the suspicious person of their suspicious behavior turning into the last thing you EVER do. Because of course they do you in first.

That’s the way that a lot of the stories within stories inside the story of Ink Ribbon Red turn out. Fictionally, that is. Not just because the book itself is, of course, fiction, but because the stories within the story are intended to be fictional within the story.

Except for the ones that aren’t after all.

It’s Anatol’s 30th birthday, and just like every year since they all met at uni, Anatol, Dean, Janika, Marcin, Maya and Phoebe plan to spend the Spring Bank Holiday weekend together at Anatol’s country house in Tisbury, not far west of Salisbury and its paleolithic neighbor Stonehenge.

But this year is going to be different. They’ve all been – or are about to be – turning 30 this year, and it feels like their friendship is winding down or burning out or they’re just pulling their separate ways in adulthood.

Or, it could just be that, as Marcin believed, “friendship was often just a sign of shared history, or an indication of a few common interests,” and the ties that bound this group together through their 20s are fraying and snapping.

Definitely snapping, as it doesn’t seem like these people even like each other anymore. More like all that sharing and familiarity has bred what familiarity is famous for breeding – contempt.

Anatol believes that this will be their last gathering. The big house, filled with antiques, belonged to his father, who died in rather suspicious circumstances the month before. Anatol believes that the group is just hanging around because he has that big country house – which he’s about to lose to paying death duties.

So he plans to go out with a bang. Possibly a literal one. Certainly a literary one. Anatol intends to use the indulgence, however reluctant, engendered by his birthday to manipulate everyone into playing a little game. A game Anatol himself invented called Motive, Method, Death.

Anatol has already won the first round. The others just don’t know it. Yet.

Escape Rating B: While I may have picked this up because I liked the author’s first book, The Eighth Detective, the experience of reading put me in the same headspace as The Atlas Six. Meaning that I hated every single one of the characters (I’m pretty sure they all hate each other, too) but was absolutely compelled to finish the book.

(If you’ve been wondering what the hate read/listen I’ve been referring to for the past week might have been, this was definitely it!)

I listened to this one, and I’m completely neutral on the narrator because I hated all the characters so much that the feelings bled over into how I felt about him. I tried reading this in text, just to get it over with quicker, but the audio worked better than the voice in my own head.

Looking back, I thought the author’s first book, The Eighth Detective, was like a nesting doll. A story within a story, then a whole bunch of stories within a story. Only for the little tiny doll – or story – in the end to get really, really big and swallow all the other stories in the set.

Ink Ribbon Red isn’t exactly like that – except where it is. It is a story about stories, but the stories aren’t so much within each other as beside each other. Because the game requires that each person write a story about murder. Because Anatol is playing them all, he’s already written several stories to tell the story he wants to tell.

And we’re not sure, until the end, which were theirs, which were his, which were imaginary – and which really happened. So a lot of the characters get murdered several times over, but I hated them all so much I didn’t care that any – or for that matter all – might or might not be dead.

It’s a bit Inception – if you squint a LOT. It’s a bit more And Then There Were None, but that doesn’t convey the sense of the mental wtf’ery that Inception brings to the table.

Back when I read The Eighth Detective, I liked the stories within the story but the frame didn’t quite stick firmly to the wall. This time around the frame gets stuck in with a butcher knife, hacked to pieces with a chainsaw, and set on fire. OTOH, the individual stories were all over the place, a bit uneven, jarring to read and even more shocking when the victim turned up alive in the next chapter because no one, including the reader, knows fact from fiction until the very end.

In the end I’m glad I stuck with this one – although I’m equally glad it’s over. I don’t ever want to have to think about any of these characters ever again.

A+ #AudioBookReview: Marble Hall Murders by Anthony Horowitz

A+ #AudioBookReview: Marble Hall Murders by Anthony HorowitzMarble Hall Murders by Anthony Horowitz
Narrator: Lesley Manville, Tim McMullan
Format: audiobook, eARC
Source: purchased from Audible, supplied by publisher via Edelweiss
Formats available: hardcover, paperback, ebook, audiobook
Genres: mystery, suspense
Series: Susan Ryeland #3
Pages: 592
Length: 17 hours and 38 minutes
Published by HarperAudio, HarperCollins on May 13, 2025
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Murder links past and present once again in this mind-boggling metafictional mystery from Anthony Horowitz—another tribute to the golden age of Agatha Christie featuring detective Atticus Pund and editor Susan Ryland, stars of the New York Times bestsellers Magpie Murders and Moonflower Murders.
Editor Susan Ryeland has left her Greek island, her hotel, and her Greek boyfriend Andreas in search of a new life back in England.
Freelancing for Causton Books, she’s working on the manuscript of a novel, Pund’s Last Case, by a young author named Eliot Crace, a continuation of the popular Alan Conway series. Susan is surprised to learn that Eliot is the grandson of legendary children’s author Marian Crace, who died some fifteen years ago—murdered, Elliot insists, by poison.
As Susan begins to read the manuscript’s opening chapters, the skeptical editor is relieved to find that Pund’s Last Case is actually very good. Set in the South of France, it revolves around the mysterious death of Lady Margaret Chalfont, who, though mortally ill, is poisoned—perhaps by a member of her own family. But who did it? And why?
The deeper Susan reads, the more it becomes clear that the clues leading to the truth of Marian Crace’s death are hidden within this Atticus Pund mystery.
While Eliot’s accusation becomes more plausible, his behavior grows increasingly erratic.. Then he is suddenly killed in a hit-and-run accident, and Susan finds herself under police scrutiny as a suspect in his killing.
Three mysterious deaths. Multiple motives and possible murderers. If Susan doesn’t solve the mystery of Pund’s Last Case, she may well be the next victim.

My Review:

Someone really needs to do something about Alan Conway. Possibly an exorcism. Or at least a cleansing ritual involving a whole lot of sage. Because in spite of his death early in the first book in this series, Magpie Murders, Alan Conway’s malevolent spirit continues to haunt his former editor, Susan Ryeland. Quite possibly to death.

Even though Conway, the creator of the best-selling fictional detective Atticus Pünd, has been dead since the early pages of Magpie Murders, the story STILL manages to be all about him. Likewise, even though Conway is no longer writing the Atticus Pünd mysteries, there’s still a new book to wrap this story around.

Life often imitates art in this series, and that’s certainly true here, as Susan’s new publisher, Causton Books, has commissioned a continuation novel for the still-popular series. Which is where Susan, as the late Conway’s editor, reluctantly comes into the picture.

Or the frame, as the case turns out to be.

Susan is back in England, back in her old neighborhood, and back at work if not at her old publishing house, Cloverleaf Books. Considering the events that wrapped up Magpie Murders, that’s not really a surprise. The surprise, to Susan as much as to anyone else, is that she managed to get a job, even a freelance gig, with any publisher in England.

After all, Susan was responsible for getting the owner of Cloverleaf Books sent to prison for murdering Alan Conway – and for attempting to shut Susan up by burning down the firm’s offices with her inside them. There are, as it turns out, a lot of people who would rather blame her for catching her former boss than blame him for killing Conway in the first place.

Which probably says as much about her former boss Charles Clover’s likeability as it does Conway’s extreme lack of the same. And isn’t all that kind about her own.

Susan hates the very idea of being involved with Conway’s legacy yet again. And after the events of Magpie Murders and Moonflower Murders it’s difficult to blame her. But she needs the money. Even more, she needs the hope of getting a full-time job back in the industry that she loves and seems to live for – perhaps a bit too much.

Which is where Pünd’s Last Case and its commissioned author, Eliot Grace, come into the picture. And exit, stage left, pursued by Susan’s MG Roadster, straight into a hell at least partially of his own making – and putting Susan in the frame for his murder.

Escape Rating A+: This was the book that I just couldn’t resist reading. Or rather, listening to. So I started it in audio, couldn’t put it down and didn’t even want to try, and switched to text so I could find out whodunnit that much faster. Which is as much a pattern for my reading of this series as its “book within a book” story is a pattern for the series itself.

While I didn’t listen to a LOT of the book, I listened to enough to say that getting the actors who play Susan Ryeland and Atticus Pünd in the TV series (Lesley Manville and Tim McMullan respectively) to reprise their parts in this audiobook was absolutely brilliant.

Then, of course, there’s the story itself. Or rather, the stories themselves.

For the first two books, I was considerably more captivated by the ‘classic’ Atticus Pünd mystery on the inside than I was Susan Ryeland’s contemporary turn as an amateur detective that forms the frame for it. This time around, the balance was quite a bit more even, as it seemed like Susan was coming into her own as a character, where Pünd seemed to have sprung fully formed even from his opening scene in that first book.

Then again, Susan seemed to be flailing around personally and professionally as well as bumbling around as an amateur detective in those first two books, while this time around she’s moving forward with her own life and career in spite of some terrible roadblocks. Although she’s still a bit of a bumbler as a detective. Then again, that’s not supposed to be her job.

What makes this entry in the series work particularly well are the parallels between the series continuation novel written by Eliot Crace and Crace’s own life and all the people in it with whom he has scores to settle. Very much like Conway. Perhaps a little too much like Conway, as Eliot Crace also gets killed before he has a chance to finish his revenge stroke of a novel.

While Conway was as well known for the puzzles he inserted into his stories as he was for the sheer malevolence with which he skewered everyone he ever met by caricaturing them within his novels, Eliot Crace manages to have more nightmare fuel MUCH closer to hand than Conway ever did, while his veneer over the real-life identities of his characters is even thinner.

Once Susan has both read his manuscript and met his family it’s not a surprise that Eliot took to Conway’s wicked pen so readily – only that he was so very good at it. Nor is it much of a surprise that someone murdered him – just that it hadn’t happened sooner.

It’s also a LOT of fun to read the two books interleaved as they are with Susan’s deep dive into Eliot’s life and to play the game of ‘find the puzzle’ and ‘spot the reference’. Susan’s part of the story opens with two. First, she works for “Causton Books”. Causton is the county town where Midsomer Murders is set, so Barnaby and his Detective Sergeant of the season are from the ‘Causton C.I.D.’ which they refer to frequently and often. As if that weren’t enough of an in-joke, the author of Marble Hall Murders was one of the creators of that TV series. He has also been involved with not just one but two continuation series, James Bond and Sherlock Holmes – a practice that Susan seems to have a bit of a jaundiced opinion of. And that’s only the beginning.

Also the beginning of trying to figure out whodunnit in both stories before the big reveal at the end. I did get to the identity of Susan’s enemy well before she did – but not to the identity of either Eliot Crace’s true murderer OR the identity of the killer in his first – and last – Pünd continuation, whether or not it turns out to be Pünd’s Last Case after all.

That the frame around Susan was so very nearly successful, does seem to be par for Susan’s course. She was right that she should have steered far away from anything to do with Alan Conway. But I’m glad that she didn’t.

While this could be Susan’s happy ending, I hope it isn’t. This entry in the series was the best and most riveting of the lot, and I’d love to see more of both Susan Ryeland AND Atticus Pünd.

She’ll just have to find someone else to write more continuation novels. Or perhaps she already has!

A+ #BookReview: The Museum Detective by Maha Khan Phillips

A+ #BookReview: The Museum Detective by Maha Khan PhillipsThe Museum Detective by Maha Khan Phillips
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Genres: mystery, suspense
Pages: 337
Published by Soho Crime on April 1, 2025
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Inspired by a real-life antiquities scandal in Pakistan, this gripping series debut introduces archaeologist Dr. Gul Delani, whose investigation into the discovery of a mummy gets complicated—and personal—when it collides with her years-long search for a missing family member. Perfect for fans of Sue Grafton and Elsa Hart.

When Dr. Gul Delani receives a call in the middle of the night from the Sindh police, she thinks they may have finally found her niece, Mahnaz—a precocious, politically conscious teenage girl who went missing three years prior. Gul has been racked with grief since Mahnaz’s disappearance and distracts herself through a talented curator at the Museum of Heritage and History in Karachi, she is one of the country’s leading experts in archaeology and ancient civilizations, a hard-won position for a woman.

But there is no news of Mahnaz. Instead, Gul is summoned to a narcotics investigation in a remote desert region in western Pakistan. In her wildest dreams, Gul couldn’t have imagined what she’d find amid a drug bust gone wrong, there is a mummy—life-size, seemingly authentic, its sarcophagus decorated with symbols from Persepolis, the capital of the Achaemenid Empire. The discovery confounds everyone. It is both too good to be true, and for Gul, too precious to leave in careless or corrupt hands.

Aided by her team of unlikely misfits, Gul will stop at nothing to get to the bottom of it, even as her quest for the truth puts her in the throes of a dangerous conspiracy and threatens to collide with her ongoing search for Mahnaz. A portrait of a city fueled by corruption and a woman relentlessly in pursuit of justice, The Museum Detective is an exciting, gritty new crime thriller that announces a whip-smart and brilliant sleuth and builds to a stunning, emotional conclusion that readers won’t soon forget.

My Review:

It’s the wrong desert for a mummy. Not that plenty of cultures and conditions haven’t resulted in mummified human remains, but the police have just had a shootout over what appears to be an honest-to-Anubis Egyptian mummy, still in her sarcophagus, complete with cuneiform writing everywhere and absent her internal organs, in between the provinces of Singh and Balochistan. Which is not in or even near the Valley of the Kings. It’s in Pakistan, west of Karachi. A place where no Egyptian-style mummies have ever been found.

At least not until now.

The police need an expert to tell them if what they’ve found is what it looks like. Which is why they drag Egyptologist and curator  Gul Delani of the Heritage and History Museum a few hours rather rough drive outside Karachi to give a somewhat sketchy and extremely rushed preliminary evaluation of what they’ve found in a cave out in the middle of nowhere along with a bunch of now-very-dead drug runners.

That sketchy and abbreviated examination of the mummy and all her worldly goods – or at least all that got moved with her from wherever she came from – has the potential to change history as it’s been known for centuries. From outward appearances, the mummy belongs to a female of royal blood, mummified in the Egyptian tradition, but with cuneiform representing Ancient Persia rather than Ancient Egypt.

Which would be unprecedented. Or she could be an elaborate hoax, and those are, well, entirely too precedented. Neither possibility explains what she’s doing in a cave in the middle of the desert in Pakistan in the midst of a police shootout with a gang of notorious drug runners.

Dr. Gul Delani, who has been fighting all of her life for the education she needed, for the career she wanted, for the independent life she has managed to claw her way into through grit and determination and no small of amount of pain, knows that if the mummy is what she purports to be the discovery will rewrite history and be the making of not only her own career but the careers of those she has mentored and nurtured as well.

If the mummy is a hoax, there’s an even bigger – and considerably more dangerous – puzzle to be solved. And that’s something Gul Dulani has never been able to resist – a puzzle to be solved and a question to be answered – no matter the cost.

She thinks she’s already paid that cost. But she’s so very, very wrong.

Escape Rating A+: This was a compelling read and a complete WOW in ways that I wasn’t expecting but in all the best ways. I’ve been in a murder-y mood, but I was looking for something that wasn’t merely a rehash of any of the usual suspects (so to speak) and this absolutely delivered.

It’s an immersive story from the very beginning, as we’re right there with Gul as she’s woken in the middle of the night by a telephone call that makes almost no sense. What do the Karachi police need with an Egyptologist? Her specialty isn’t exactly that much in demand where she is – and herself even less so because she’s herself. A female professional in a conservative Islamic country that seems to get more conservative by the day.

Not that her family wasn’t always traditional if not necessarily orthodox in their faith.

The case is tantalizing, but Gul knows that she’ll need a team she doesn’t have to do a thorough job of evaluating the find – especially in the limited time she has available. Also, as much as she wants the mummy to be the legendary Lost Princess of Persepolis that her sarcophagus claims her to be, Gul’s professional instincts tells her that her hopes have most likely exceeded even the remotest possibility.

At least until the mummy is stolen from the museum by the very police guards intended to keep her – and Gul – safe. Which is the point where the story kicks into an even higher gear as Gul continues to investigate everything. The mummy, the circumstances, the corruption that allowed her to be stolen and the drug lord who seems to be at the heart of the entire cesspit lurking under the rocks that Gul can’t stop turning over no matter how many people tell her to stop.

From that moment the story is a mystery wrapped in a riddle inside an enigma enrobed in suspense as it rolls down a steep slide of danger and finally screeches to a stop at its heart pounding, heartbreaking but ultimately hopeful ending.

At first, I thought this was going to be more of a historical/archaeological mystery – and that part of the story is utterly captivating. I wouldn’t have minded at all if the ‘Lost Princess’ had turned out to be real. And I got caught up in Gul’s hope that it might be as well.

But what really captured my attention and got me invested in this story were the intertwined mysteries of the criminal enterprise that created – and that bothered to create – what turned out to be a very elaborate hoax as part of an exceeding long con – and the way that mystery wrapped around the secret of Gul herself and the stubborn determination that has been the bedrock of her entire life.

Because Gul holds secrets even more tightly than the mummy’s wrapping – and the more she reveals the more fascinating she becomes. So I may have been caught by the mummy but it’s Gul that kept my attention firmly fixed on the page.

One of the things that I really loved about this mystery and especially this character is something that I didn’t figure out until very near the end. Gul has spent her life pushing uphill and against the wind. In the traditional, upper class society of Karachi where she was born and raised, girls were expected to grow up, marry well, have children and devote their lives to their husbands, their children, and the legacies of their families. That was not the life that Gul was built for so she spent her life fighting for the life she dreamed of.

She was a marvelous change from entirely too many stories where female central characters face similar struggles in order to reach their goals, where the story purports to be about the goal but instead focuses more than half the story on the struggle. The story of the struggle and the story of what the character does once they’ve carved or beaten something of the place they wanted – even if they are still defending that place – are different stories. What made Gul marvelous was the way that the author still conveyed just how much and how hard Gul had to fight to get where she was, and how much she still had to fight to maintain that place, without dragging the reader through every year of that fight. Because that’s what I want to see. I want to know what it took for Gul, or a character in a not dissimilar circumstance, to get to that place, but what I’m interested in is what they do with it.

And that’s this story. Gul is still beset on all sides both personally and professionally. Her professional enemies are petty and powerful. The corrupt officials and dangerous villains she has set herself against are, quite literally, out to get her. Her brother is a self-righteous asshole and a paper tiger at the same time. Her brother and sister-in-law have made her the scapegoat for everything wrong in their family – including the mysterious disappearance of their teenaged daughter, a young woman whose presumed death nearly broke all of them, but especially Gul.

Yet, she’s created not just a place and an identity for herself, but also gathered – and been gathered into – a found family that will support her through the best and the worst. And when the worst comes down around her, it’s those same people who help her, save her – and become, every single last one – her hostages to a potentially terrible fortune.

That The Museum Detective is being billed as the opening book in a series is that best bookish news I’ve had all week. I loved walking beside this fascinating character through her life and her city, and I’m thrilled that I’ll have the opportunity to do so again.

A- #AudioBookReview: Kills Well With Others by Deanna Raybourn

A- #AudioBookReview: Kills Well With Others by Deanna RaybournKills Well with Others (Killers of a Certain Age, #2) by Deanna Raybourn
Narrator: Jane Oppenheimer, Christina Delaine
Format: audiobook, eARC
Source: purchased from Audible, supplied by publisher via Edelweiss
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Genres: mystery, suspense, thriller
Series: Killers of a Certain Age #2
Pages: 368
Length: 10 hours and 19 minutes
Published by Berkley, Penguin Audio on March 4, 2025
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“Much like fine wine, battle-hardened assassins grow better with age.”—#1 New York Times bestselling author Lisa Gardner

Four women assassins, senior in status—and in age—sharpen their knives for another bloody good adventure in this riotous follow-up to the New York Times bestselling sensation Killers of a Certain Age.

After more than a year of laying low, Billie, Helen, Mary Alice, and Natalie are called back into action. They have enjoyed their time off, but the lack of excitement is starting to chafe: a professional killer can only take so many watercolor classes and yoga sessions without itching to strangle someone...literally. When they receive a summons from the head of the elite assassin organization known as the Museum, they are ready tackle the greatest challenge of their careers.

Someone on the inside has compiled a list of important kills committed by Museum agents, connected to a single, shadowy figure, an Eastern European gangster with an iron fist, some serious criminal ambition, and a tendency to kill first and ask questions later. This new nemesis is murdering agents who got in the way of their power hungry plans and the aging quartet of killers is next.

Together the foursome embark on a wild ride across the globe on the double mission of rooting out the Museum’s mole and hunting down the gangster who seems to know their next move before they make it. Their enemy is unlike any they’ve faced before, and it will take all their killer experience to get out of this mission alive.

My Review:

The wifi wasn’t THAT bad. No, seriously, I took the same trip on the MS Queen Mary 2 last summer, the one that the team from Killers of a Certain Age takes from New York City to Southampton in the early stages of this caper – and the wifi honestly wasn’t that bad. The rest of the ship, at least the parts we saw of it, were very much as described.

No murder though. At least, not as far as we heard!

Then again, Billie and company are very, very good at their jobs, and the whole point of sending in an elite team of assassins is for them to make the murder look like it never happened. Not that Pasha Lazarov isn’t very, very dead when Billie’s done with him and his teddy bear, but that his death doesn’t look like a murder at all.

Don’t worry, the teddy bear is fine. Pasha, not so much, but then that was the point. Even if, as Billie suspects, he was the wrong point.

Still, contract complete, case closed. Right? Wrong, as the team discovers when they make their way to their safe house and discover that the house isn’t safe at all. In fact, it’s on FIRE.

And suddenly, so is this story. Because someone in their organization has sold them out, put a target on their backs while aiming them at the wrong villain for the wrong reasons even as the real monster plans to toy with them as they chase the true mastermind around Europe while that mastermind plots revenge, mayhem and a gigantic payday steeped in blood and decades in the making.

It’s all about the ‘one that got away’. For the traitor, it’s about a future they let slip out of their hands. For the villain, it’s payback for the murder of their father – who truly was an evil bastard – at the righteous hands of Billie and her team. For the team, it’s about a case they were never able to close and a luminous piece of looted Nazi art that they were never able to restore.

Until now. If they survive. If, instead of age and treachery beating youth and skill, age and skill can manage to beat youth and treachery one more time.

Escape Rating A-: The first book in this series, Killers of a Certain Age, was both an absolute surprise and an utter delight. Just as “Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition!” – a catchphrase whose origins Billie and her team are just the right age to remember and appreciate – nobody expects a quartet of sixty-something women to be an elite team of assassins. Not unless they remember the movie Red with Helen Mirren playing a character who could easily have been one of Billie’s aliases, or who have fallen in love with The Thursday Murder Club series, whose main character is also quite a bit like Billie and is also played by the same actress in the upcoming TV series.

While that was not as big a digression as it could have been, that digression is a bit on point for this story.

The main story here, as it was in the first book, is told from Billie’s first-person perspective as she and her team are in the midst of the case at hand – even as that case goes utterly off-kilter and entirely out-of-whack. Not that even at the outset it was as ‘in whack’ as it should have been.

But the case does itself digress on occasion, to cases and contracts and errors and omissions in some of the team’s earlier contracts, told from an omniscient third-person perspective. At first, it seems as if those trips down memory lane are for context about their past and their skills, but as the net closes in so too do those memories as various nooses tighten and the past catches up to the present.

At the same time, the case in the present is a wild thrill ride, interwoven with a whole lot of tips and tricks about hiding in plain sight and escaping without a trace and the way that even their oldest tricks still work fantastically well because the weakest point in ANY security system, even the most technically advanced and supposedly unbreakable, is always the human factor. And those haven’t changed at all.

Initially, the story moves just a bit slowly, as, well, cruise ships are wont to do. But the reader catches Billie’s nagging suspicion that something isn’t right fairly early, and we’re waiting for the other shoe to drop right along with her.

When it does – or actually when it catches fire – the story is off, not just to the races but to a whirlwind tour of both sides of the Mediterranean in pursuit of a dead woman with a plan for revenge so cold that she’s willing to take out her own family to see it done.

And still, and yet, and at the heart of it all is the ride or die sisterhood of these four women who will and have, killed and nearly died for each other over the course of four decades – and their bickering willingness to argue and fight and still protect each other and the hostages to fortune they have all gathered along the way – sometimes in spite of themselves.

Just as I wasn’t expecting that first book, I wasn’t expecting this to turn into a series. Hoping, certainly, but not expecting. Which means I’ve been waiting for this with the proverbial bated breath, was absolutely thrilled to get it, and was utterly absorbed by it in both text and marvelous audio – switching back and forth so I could find out how they got out of this mess that much sooner.

All of which means I’m left in the exact same place I was at the end of Killers of a Certain Age. I had a ball with Billie and her found family, and I would love to ride with this crew again. But the story ends in a way that could BE the end. They all do sound like they’ve found the respective happy ever afters that none of them thought they would live to see. Or in Billie’s case, even want.

Howsomever, the first book started because there was something rotten at the heart of their organization that, let’s say, interfered with their pending retirements. They got dragged into THIS case because there was something that was rotten at the heart of their organization that interfered in an entirely different way with their retirements.

When this case gets wrapped up, they make a new and better deal for the retirements they all actually seemed to want this time around. Which doesn’t mean that they got all the rot out of the organization this time around. In fact, I’d kind of be surprised if they had. And very happy about it – possibly much happier than they’ll be if I’m right.

Grade A #BookReview: Bonded in Death by J.D. Robb

Grade A #BookReview: Bonded in Death by J.D. RobbBonded in Death (In Death, #60) by J.D. Robb
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Genres: futuristic, mystery, romantic suspense, suspense, thriller
Series: In Death #60
Pages: 364
Published by St. Martin's Press on February 4, 2025
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The #1 New York Times bestselling author spins an epic tale of loyalty, treachery, murder, and the long shadow of war…
His passport read Giovanni Rossi. But decades ago, during the Urban Wars, he was part of a small, secret organization called The Twelve. Responding to an urgent summons from an old compatriot, he landed in New York and eased into the waiting car. And died within minutes…
Lieutenant Eve Dallas finds the Rossi case frustrating. She’s got an elderly victim who’d just arrived from Rome; a widow who knows nothing about why he’d left; an as-yet unidentifiable weapon; and zero results on facial recognition. But when she finds a connection to the Urban Wars of the 2020s, she thinks Summerset―fiercely loyal, if somewhat grouchy, major-domo and the man who’d rescued her husband from the Dublin streets―may know something from his stint as a medic in Europe back then.
When Summerset learns of the crime, his shock and grief are clear―because, as he eventually reveals, he himself was one of The Twelve. It’s not a part of his past he likes to revisit. But now he must―not only to assist Eve’s investigation, but because a cryptic message from the killer has boasted that others of The Twelve have also died. Summerset is one of those who remain―and the murderous mission is yet to be fully accomplished…

My Review:

Dallas and Roarke and the ever-expanding found family that surrounds them are clearly bonded by, in and FOR life at this point in their long-running and hopefully continuing forever story. And that’s from a beginning in Naked in Death where both Dallas and Roarke were mostly loners who were wary of letting ANYONE inside their circle of trust.

Over the course of the series, through several stories that I refer to as ‘trips to the angst factory’, where their separate but similarly torturous childhoods have been laid bare and they’ve dealt with their own and each other’s emotional fallout and (undiagnosed but obvious) PTSD.

Throughout those trips down the terrifying back alleys of memory lane, and right up until their present, there has been one dour figure who shone the light of rescue in the darkest parts of Roarke’s childhood – and continues to keep the home fires burning even in Roarke’s lavish and secure ‘castle’ in New York City.

That person, who dresses like an undertaker and can’t resist a never-ending string of gibes at Dallas – even as she gives it right back – is Summerset, the man who helped make Roarke the man he is. And very much vice versa.

This 60th book in the In Death series isn’t so much Dallas and Roarke’s story as it is Summerset’s book. We’ve always known that Summerset had a much more interesting past than his present appearance would lead anyone to ever believe. And we’ve probably all wondered about it now and again. Well, I certainly have.

This is THAT story. Not as a trip down memory lane, but rather as a case of the long-buried past coming back to bite Summerset and his compatriots from the dark and desperate days of the Urban Wars. The days when every day they woke up above ground was an unexpected blessing, and when the only good day was a yesterday years in the past.

Someone is coming for all of the remaining members of ‘The Twelve’, the intelligence cell that finally broke the back of the Dominion and the other forces that had been tearing down people and governments for nearly a decade in a tide of rage and propaganda during the Urban Wars. The Twelve were betrayed back then by one of their own. He knows them – and they know him – all too well.

But he doesn’t know Eve Dallas, and he doesn’t know Roarke. He only thinks he does. And they only care about keeping Summerset and his brothers-and-sisters-in-arms alive. With their still very able assistance every step of the way.

Escape Rating A: I’ve been looking for comfort reads this week, and have had some hits (The Orb of Cairado) and some real misses (Beast of the North Woods) in my search. This OMG 60th book in the long-running In Death series absolutely hit the sweet spot I needed. I’ve been a fan of this series since the very beginning with Naked in Death, and I always love seeing how Dallas & Company are doing whether the case they have to solve is absorbing or merely an excuse to see my old friends – even Summerset’s old friends.

This entry in the series was WAY bigger and better than that. Along with being an excellent excuse to visit some truly dear friends. To the point where I had to wait a couple of days to write this review because I needed to tone down the SQUEE!

Which means that A rating is because I loved it and it absolutely was the right book at the right time. But it is also, absolutely, a book for the fans who know all the players without needing a scorecard AND who know enough about who’s who and what’s what to have always wondered what secrets have been hiding behind Summerset’s implacable but long-suffering demeanor.

What made this particular entry in the series so absorbing was the combination of the relentless pace of the current pursuit combined with just the right amount of information both about the past of this world and about the past of the individuals who were, and still are, The Twelve. Including Summerset.

We’ve not seen much detail about the Urban Wars, just that they happened (in our right now, which is frightening all by itself) and that they made a mess of their world that is still in recovery almost forty years later. Dallas and Roarke weren’t born until the end of the war, although many of the people they know lived through it – not just Summerset. One of the things done very well was the way that those who did serve all look back at those times with a combination of nostalgia, regret and resignation. It felt similar to the way that World War II veterans talked about their service and the times they lived through twenty plus years after THEIR service, which gave the whole thing a touch of the real.

Which is something that is always true of the whole series. This story is set in 2061, which is not as far from our now as we imagine it is – or was when the author began publishing this series in our 1995. But people who will be alive in 2061 have not merely already been born, but some of those people are already adults in the here and now.

All of which means that the world as we know it is still VERY recognizable in Dallas’ and Roarke’s 2061, which helps readers absorb the things that are different even as in some areas we’ve almost caught up. To take one example, the technological distance between our smartphones and their ‘links’ gets tinier every year.

I’ve written a lot and all around because I do love this series very much – even the entries that don’t quite live up to the peak that this one does. It answers SO MANY questions about Summerset’s past and puts so much more flesh on the bones of the Urban Wars that have always been lurking in the background. On top of that, it tells a fascinating story and does a great job of making the mystery compelling even though Eve figures out who the perpetrator is fairly early on. This one is all about the chase and it keeps the reader on the edge of their seat wanting to make sure that Eve puts the bastard in a cage before he puts any of her nearest and dearest in the ground.

There’s still more than enough stuff about the fam to let readers know how everyone is doing – especially my boy Galahad, the big cat who is truly the king of Roarke’s castle. The delicious icing on this particular story cake was the way that Dallas and Roarke included all the members of The Twelve, all those old soldiers, in the work of getting righteous payback on their traitor, and that they all got to bear witness. As they should and as they’d earned.

So that’s a wrap – with a delightfully ‘frosty’ bow on top – of Bonded in Death, the 60th book in the In Death series. I already have a copy of book 61, Framed in Death, and I can’t tell you how much I’m tempted to start it right now!

#BookReview: A Bird in the Hand by Ann Cleeves

#BookReview: A Bird in the Hand by Ann CleevesA Bird in the Hand (George & Molly Palmer-Jones #1) by Ann Cleeves
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Genres: mystery, suspense
Series: George & Molly Palmer-Jones #1
Pages: 288
Published by Minotaur Books on January 28, 2025 (first published January 1, 1986)
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Before Shetland and Vera, Ann Cleeves wrote the George and Molly Palmer-Jones series following remarkable mysteries in a birdwatching community—now in print for the first time in the US.
In England’s birdwatching paradise, a new breed has been sighted—a murderer . . . Young Tom French is found dead, lying in a marsh on the Norfolk coast, with his head bashed in and his binoculars still around his neck. One of the best birders in England, Tom had put the village of Rushy on the birdwatching map. Everyone liked him. Or did they?
George Palmer-Jones, an elderly birdwatcher who decides quietly to look into the brutal crime, discovers mixed feelings aplenty. Still, he remains baffled by a deed that could have been motivated by thwarted love, pure envy, or something else altogether.
But as he and his fellow ‘twitchers’ flock from Norfolk to Scotland to the Scilly Isles in response to rumors of rare sightings, George—with help from his lovely wife, Molly—gradually discerns the true markings of a killer. All he has to do is prove it . . . before the murderer strikes again.

My Review:

Ann Cleeves is one of those mystery writers that seemingly everyone has heard about, read, and absolutely raves over. That her work is the foundation of not one but two hit TV series (Shetland and Vera), just adds to that acclaim.

I’ve read a lot of mystery over my reading life, but she’s an author who has been recommended to me often, and I’ve always meant to read but never got the ‘round tuit’ for. So, when I saw that her early work was being republished and that eARCs were available it seemed like a golden opportunity to get in on the ground floor and here we are.

A Bird in the Hand, the first book in the George & Molly Palmer-Jones series, was the author’s first published book. In 1986. The world was a bit different then, and in a way that contemporary readers will notice right off. There were no cell phones. They had existed since 1973, but in 1986 they were still the size – and seemingly the weight – of an actual brick. This story would have been a LOT different if all the players had cell phones (mobile phones in Britain) even if signal availability would likely have been a bit ‘iffy’ in some of the remote locations where this story wanders.

This is one of those stories that begins “Tom French was dead, to begin with,” with, also, all due apologies to Charles Dickens and Ebenezer Scrooge as this is absolutely not a holiday story. But the opening is still apropos, as A Bird in the Hand begins with the discovery of well-known ‘twitcher’ Tom French’s dead body being discovered outside the popular ‘twitching’ and more than occasionally twitchy (in multiple meanings) fictional village of Rushy on the Norfolk coast of Britain.

‘Twitcher’ in this instance is very much a term of art applied to a subset of birdwatchers who are, come to think of it, kind of like storm chasers, although usually not with the threat of imminent death or dismemberment if they actually find the object of their pursuit. Twitchers, the British version at least, are those who obsessively chase down rare birds to tick them off their various lists.

Birdwatching is often seen as a genteel hobby. Twitching is at the extreme end of that hobby, where it can tip over from fascination into preoccupation and even downright mania.

Tom French was a twitcher, and a well-known and well-respected one in the community of twitchers. Notice I didn’t say well-liked because opinion is certainly divided on that score. And it looks like as well as likely that someone killed him over it.

Which is precisely what retired Home Office bureaucrat and on-again, off-again twitcher George Palmer-Jones has been asked to discover. Whether or not it was something to do with twitching that got Tom French killed – and whether or not a particular twitcher was responsible.

Or whether the ‘hobby’ that one young man’s father disapproved of so obviously, frequently and often led him down a path away from respectability into some kind of mania that went beyond the obsessive pursuit of birds.

Escape Rating B: I ended up with a few mixed feelings about this one, because it feels very much like a ‘portrait of the master as a young writer’ kind of thing. The author fully admits that this was her debut novel, that she never expected it would ever get published, and that there are plenty of things she would do differently if she had it to do over again. Which makes A Bird in the Hand a sort of fledgeling book in more ways than one.

So I’m trying my damndest to evaluate the work in hand, a book that is nearly FORTY years old, and not conflate what I think of it with what I know is said of her work now. Which doesn’t erase the knowledge that without this start the rest wouldn’t exist.

The thing about THIS book is that it introduces both a pair of amateur detectives, George Palmer-Jones and his wife Molly, AND the quirky, closed and rather insular community of twitchers. So there’s a lot here to be introduced and explained.

On the one hand, the twitchers are, in their own way, an analog for any difficult to breach community of defensive and occasionally derided hobbyists. They have a fascination that is not shared and is often outright dismissed by those who are not also caught up in its spell. If you’ve ever nerded out about anything, while twitching may not be your jam, the twitchers aren’t all that different from whatever group you flocked with are or were, just that the jargon is different.

The story does a more than good enough job of getting the reader into that tiny community. (Also, it reminded me a bit of Marty Wingate’s Birds of a Feather series, which begins with The Rhyme of the Magpie, which I confess I liked quite a bit better, possibly because it’s a LOT cozier and that’s more of what I was in the mood for.)

On the other hand, the characters in this story, including George and Molly, collectively aren’t all that likeable. In the case of the amateur investigator protagonists, I think it’s that we don’t know enough about them, yet, and so don’t empathize as much as I’d hoped to. It doesn’t help that the perspective is all George’s and he both angsts a lot and gets caught up in his own head, he doesn’t read the room very well and relies on Molly to smooth over his bluntness. And because we see her from his perspective, and probably a bit because this was written in 1985 or thereabouts, she’s more of a social helpmeet than she would be written today or honestly than it feels like she actually is.

But it’s also the twitcher community. Nearly everyone seems to be shady, everyone is judgmental both inside and outside, and no one seems to be happy or liking where they are in the world. It’s a community that’s rife with strife, to the point where it isn’t a surprise that someone got killed – or even that Tom French turned out to be the victim. It’s more that the perpetrator and their motivations come a bit out of left field and the investigation is muddled every step of the way because of all the grudges and rivalries held by seemingly everyone involved.

In the end, I liked this but didn’t love it. I was more intrigued than captivated by this particular book. At the same time, I’m still interested in seeing where the author went with this series, as well as her later work. So I’ll probably be back to see how George and Molly are doing sometime when I’m looking for another interesting mystery.

#BookReview: See How They Hide by Allison Brennan

#BookReview: See How They Hide by Allison BrennanSee How They Hide (Quinn & Costa, #6) by Allison Brennan
Format: eARC
Source: supplied by publisher via Edelweiss
Formats available: hardcover, paperback, ebook, audiobook
Genres: mystery, suspense, thriller
Series: Quinn & Costa #6
Pages: 400
Published by Mira on January 7, 2025
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No matter how far you run, some pasts never let you go…
Two people were murdered—at the exact same time, in the same gruesome manner, bodies covered in the same red poppies…but on opposite sides of the country.
With Detective Kara Quinn investigating in Oregon and Special Agent Matt Costa in Virginia, the Mobile Response Team digs deep to uncover more about each victim. What is the link between the two, and why were they targeted?
Yet their search unearths more questions than answers—until they meet Riley Pierce, the only person still alive who might be able to help them find the killers.
Soon, it becomes clear this case is nothing like they’ve seen before as their investigation leads them to the hallowed grounds of Havenwood—an eerily beautiful place rooted in a terrifying past.
As more bodies turn up, all tied to the same community, Kara and Matt are desperate to piece the puzzle together before Havenwood’s leader sacrifices everything to keep her secrets buried.

My Review:

“No matter where you go, there you are,” at least according to Buckaroo Banzai. But seriously, as much fun as playing with that particular quote can be, it’s also profoundly and utterly true. The one person you can’t run and hide from is yourself.

Not that the string of victims in this serial murder case haven’t been seriously attempting to do so. For so long that most of them believed they had succeeded in escaping from the nightmare in all their collective pasts.

This cross-country case for LAPD Detective Kara Quinn, FBI Agent-in-Charge Matt Costa, and the entire FBI Mobile Response Team begin their part of this case with multiple murders in far-flung corners of the United States whose multiple perpetrators all left the same grisly calling card – a shower of red poppy petals over the bodies of their victims.

It’s obvious to all of the agents on the case that their victims MUST be linked. Somehow. But whatever those links might be, it’s clear from the outset that it’s not ANY of the usual possibilities. There MUST be a pattern but whatever that pattern might be it’s hidden in plain sight.

Which is the only link they have. That ALL of the victims have extremely good fake IDs made out of ‘real’ documents and that they all seem to have sprung, fully formed, into life and professions and even careers that require documentation, as adults. Where they sprang from, that’s the question.

One young woman, Riley Pierce, escaped herself less than four years prior, desperate and on the run, holds the key. They’re ALL, including her, escaping from a beautiful monster that is holding an entire town either enthralled, imprisoned or both.

A monster who wants revenge on every person who escaped her thrall. Especially her daughter, Riley.

Escape Rating B: This sixth entry in the Quinn & Costa series marks the beginning of a new story arc as the case that drove LAPD Detective Kara Quinn out of LA and straight into the arms of the FBI (in more ways than one!) was finally closed in last year’s The Missing Witness.

I got seriously caught up in the series’ combination of confounding cases, dogged investigation, dangerous adversaries and heavy personal baggage because the team that grew up around those cases and their mission was made up of a group of marvelous competent hot messes. Particularly Quinn and Costa and their very professional but also entirely unprofessional relationship.

While I still enjoyed the investigative aspects of this particular extremely daunting case, I didn’t enjoy the story as a whole nearly as much as I have the rest of the series. And I’ve been wracking my brain to figure out why.

As I said, I liked the investigative part. It’s what they were investigating that left me a bit cold, even as it reminded me of one of the books in J.D. Robb’s In Death series, Faithless in Death.

Both that book and this one are about cults, the psychology of those they attract, the way that they continue to mess with their followers’ heads even after said followers leave, the punishments inflicted on any variation from the founding principles, and the way that members become so ensnared they can’t leave.

However, unlike the cult in Faithless in Death, the cult in this story didn’t make the same kind of sense. Although I decried the motivations in Faithless, I understood them. The driving principles behind Havenwell seemed rather loosey-goosey, even as the way that the members behaved reminded me entirely too much of the way that people in Nazi Germany didn’t speak up for fear of reprisal – or something very close to it.

This is absolutely a situation where your reading mileage may vary, because this just didn’t grab me nearly as much as I expected it to and I only believe I’ve got half a handle on why that turned out to be the case.

Which leads me back to the reason I picked this up in the first place. I found the rest of the books in this series to be very compelling reads, so I’ll be back the next time that Quinn & Costa have another perplexing case to solve!