
Parker provides a reliable crime novel. In this story, there
were three story lines although their only intersection was through our hero,
Jesse Stone, Chief of Police of podunk Paradise, Massachusetts where Stone went
when he left the police force in LA. Stone has all the characteristics that are
typical of the protagonists in this blog: honest, inflexible ethics, resistant
to anyone in authority who takes a politically correct stance, hard drinking,
sexual, all the good stuff, impossible not to like – just picture Tom Selleck.
Paradise became the site of a movie, A Taste of Arsenic, which is an ironic title given the poisonous
personalities of the actors that Parker invents. The lead, Marisol Hinton, was
having marital problems, having married an actor who was failing in the shadow
of her rising star, and he responded by becoming a meth addict. Of course,
Marisol herself was an obnoxious wench who was entranced by herself and didn’t
get along with anyone. When her husband, Ryan Rooney, abused and raped her one
time to many, she changed the locks on their Beverly Hill mansion, filed for
divorce, and fled to the movie location in Paradise. Her estranged and violent
husband, did not want to lose his meal ticket. He had a solution – the million
dollar insurance policy on Marisol’s life, of which he was the sole
beneficiary. He was going to have an encounter with Chief Stone.
Courtney Cassidy was the 17-year-old daughter of the town’s
wealthiest parents and biggest political contributors. The Cassidy family was
even more dysfunctional than the relationships on the movie set. Courtney flaunted
her family’s wealth and power, so it was no surprise that she came to Stone’s
attention when she kept texting and talking on her cell phone while she was
behind the wheel. Despite her incorrigible and unrepentant behavior, Stone
thought that she was the victim of her parents’ inattention, so against
everyone’s advice, he took her on as a project.
The third story line was bizarre. The head of the local
water authority was a physically tiny man, 4’7” tall, and he was passionate the
resource that he provided to his customers. He was upset about the quality of
the infrastructure that delivered the product, and he was frustrated that
despite his best efforts, the State powers would not invest a penny. Plus,
everyone made fun of his stature which interfered with his career path. He
decided to embezzle the money that he needed to do the repairs by slightly
cheating on the water meter readings, and he got away with it for a couple
decades. After the repairs were paid for, he continued his deceit, not for his
own good. Rather, he’d donate the money to water-related charities around the
world. But, things were not that simple, and Stone had to investigate the matter
when complaints started coming his way.
This was an enjoyable, quick read. It is the epitome of what
I call “airplane books,” which are novels that can be read in a couple hours on
a cross country trip, ones that will keep your interest, but not interfere with
a nap or a night’s sleep. I will read more of Robert B. Parker. Millions of
readers can’t all be wrong.
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