As a Tahoe-area local, I've been wanting to read Todd Borg's mystery series for a long time. Unfortunately, I can't say it was worth the wait.
Deathfall is the first in the series, and therefore has some work to do in order to set up the world and characters for us. But despite what Borg attempts to set up, the story itself doesn't seem to support those claims. We see Detective Owen McKenna in his P.I. office, and we're clearly supposed to get the impression that he's a hard-boiled noir-style detective for the modern era. But as the story unfolds, that's not how the character behaves. He seems almost aimless at times. After being hired to investigate the supposedly-accidental death of a little girl, he reads a newspaper article (which actually contains less information than what the sister already told him), then hikes to the eight-year-old crime scene but decides he can't learn anything there because it's been too long, it's the wrong season, and he doesn't know where they found the body. It feels like Borg wrote himself into a corner, and instead of editing and revising so that Owen asked someone where the body was found ahead of time (thus framing the character as knowledgeable and in control), Borg just shrugged and said "eh, let's just describe the trees instead." Which is only one of the many instances where Borg seems to forget he's writing a murder mystery, and instead devolves into Tahoe-specific trivia that's largely unrelated to the story.
Which brings me to the absolutely wild phrasing throughout the book. In the above-mentioned scene, Owen "stuck my nose in the bark of one and inhaled. It had a strong and delicious butterscotch aroma which meant Jeffery Pine" (p.31). As a local, I can say I have never once stuck my nose in the bark of a tree in order to smell it. Just standing next to them you're surrounded by the smell, and the bark is usually inhabited by spiders, beetles, ants, and so on. You wouldn't want to stick your face in it, and you wouldn't need to. Especially when you're a local, and therefore used to such novelties as the smell of pine trees, and you're actually on a rather serious errand to go see the scene of the murder you've just been asked to investigate. This is just one example, but the book is rampant with them. One that threw me right off the bat was the description of a six-year-old falling to her death with "natural athletic grace" (p.13). How is falling athletic? The book got more cringe-worthy when the 14-year-old that hired Owen to look into her sister's death had been accepted into Caltech, Stanford, Harvard, MIT, and was worth 394 million dollars. I could buy one or the other, but asking me to buy both strains my suspension of disbelief and feels forced. Particularly since the girl's abnormal intelligence really didn't come into play except to justify why Owen was taking her seriously, which could have been just as easily achieved by emphasizing her fear. Owen, as a practiced investigator, could see that her fear was real, and as a hero could decide to assuage it by investigating even if he didn't personally believe there was anything to it. Instead, Borg cops out and gives us an unrelatable and unbelievable victim, and then makes frequent references throughout the book to how inappropriate it is for a grown man to be talking to this 14-year-old, despite it being in a wholly professional capacity and nothing else in the book even hinting at anything untoward. As previously mentioned: cringey. And not in a good way.
But despite the awkward writing, inept detective, and unrelatable characters, I did push on and found some things that I liked. Street is a great character. Frankly, I think it would have been interesting to make her into an accidental detective, stumbling into investigation by uncovering a clue in her work. She's not just a scientist, but a forensic entomologist, which is an uncommon specialty for any fictional character, let alone a women. She's independent and smart, with tongue-in-cheek humor. I wish she had more agency in the story, but her presence certainly helped endear me to Owen. There was also a stretch of the story where suddenly the action picked up and it got a lot more interesting. We went from scene after scene where Owen essentially didn't learn anything to suddenly making lots of out-of-left-field discoveries in outlandish situations. It felt more like a finale book, rather than a character's debut in that sense. Owen Mckenna is supposedly a small-town P.I., so dropping him into James-Bond-style intrigue right off the bat felt like a stretch.
The ending, I thought, was unsatisfying. It was the kind of thing writers come up with when they're trying a little too hard to be original. Definitely an eyebrow-raiser, but it didn't quite sit right with me... like the ending hadn't been decided until Borg was half-finished writing the book.
Honestly, I've read worse books. There were some good moments, and the characters grew on me as I went. I felt the tension at the end. But obviously I had a lot of complaints. I'm interested in reading Borg's most recent release, Tahoe Speed, to see how his writing has developed over the last two decades and 20+ books, because I think a lot of my complaints stem from common newbie-writer mistakes. It's also possible that this book in particular had a lot of issues in development or saw a lot of inconsistent rewrites due to an overzealous editor. I'm not writing Borg off just yet, but I wouldn't recommend Tahoe Deathfall.