An anonymous caller is willing to give you clues that will help you solve a series of murders.
But there’s a catch: You can’t tell anyone about the help you’re getting.
What do you do?
If you turn the offer down, you will have nothing to go on, and more people could die. But if you accept it, and fail to interpret the clues correctly, they will still die, and you will have concealed information that could have stopped a killer.
Such is the dilemma faced by New York detective Callum Doyle.
The decision he takes will have consequences that will haunt him for the rest of his life.
Lets start with – I loved it! You want a bit more than that? Ok.
You would think with how well written this book is, that David Jackson is an American, but he’s not. I love American crime and Jackson has this nailed. Not only does he deliver a great plot with completely believable characters and locations, but his wit actually had me laughing out loud on several occasions. The dry humour of the NYPD cops is spot on and the hard edged banter is classic. Doyle’s thoughts as he meets the computer nerd for the first time make you feel you are there with him. Every sentence feels absolutely considered, but not at a level that it stands out alone, but at a level that it enhances and drags you in, then once it has you in it’s grasp it just drags you along and doesn’t let go. This is the fastest book I have read in a long time.
The quote on the front of the book by the Guardian is “Recalls of Harlan Coben – though for my money Jackson is the better writer.”
If you are a fan of American crime fiction you will love this. If you haven’t yet tried it, I suggest this is a book you try first. It will have you hooked.