
Setting: Mild mannered accountant reads crime novels like crazy. One story in particular hits home (Jim Thompson’s The Killer Inside Me) sending our boy out to kill Londoners with bad manners. Strike your child, be rude to bartenders and an ‘accident’ is coming your way.
The local cops, one Neanderthal in particular named Brandt, are working the case. They investigate 6 ways from Sunday and it’s a hooker who glanced at the diary of her longtime john who alerts the cops. Brandt squeezes the bum, but when Brand goes to arrest him, we all learn the guy has gone for greener pastures in Montana.
This was vintage Bruen. Sparse, harsh, Irish noir. Simple dialogue, direct assaults on the conscious. Looking for a short book to tide you over for a couple days? Bruen has been, and continues to be, the right choice.
East Coast Don
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