3.5★
“‘I hate these damn SUVs,’ he said. ‘We're too damn high. Bet we tip over twenty times on the way up there.’
‘Can't tip over,’ Magozzi said. ‘The ice ruts under the snow are too deep.’
It’s unbelievably cold and hazardously snowy, yet detectives Leo Magozzi and Gino Rolseth plough on, regardless, with Leo driving and Gino hanging on. Magozzi’s knuckles are white on the wheel as he negotiates a corner by sliding sideways, close to the edge of the narrow country road.
“‘Are we gonna go through that one sideways, too?’
‘You want to drive?’
‘I don't even want to be in a car in this stuff. We pass any kind of a hotel, just drop me off, pick me up in April.’”
Snow and ice make for scary driving, as anyone who’s familiar with real winters knows. But bodies have been discovered inside snowmen at a local snowman competition with families and little kids, so the law is quick off the mark.
Unfortunately, the local sheriff is a newly-elected English teacher who was surprised to win the election. Nice woman, but zero experience. To top it off, the victims are both cops.
A recently-released prisoner, a wife-abuser, is suspected, so there’s the usual questioning of those connected to him or his case and/or to the victims. There is very little of the eccentric Monkeewrench crew in this, until they are asked to hack into some private chat rooms and confidential records.
The detectives, risking life and limb on the treacherous roads, discover histories of battered women and a town-sized private refuge out in the country. It has extraordinary security, with high fences, cameras and guards - all women. Oh yes, the Monkeewrench logo is on some of the equipment, so I guess the gang did get another mention there.
I like the way the authors can sum up a character in just a few sentences. Steve Doyle is the parole officer who is waiting for the parolee to attend his scheduled meeting.
“He'd started this job as a young, devout Christian hopeful, believing absolutely that every criminal was merely a misguided victim in his own right, and that single-handedly he and God could reform any sinner. Five years in, he was a cynical agnostic thinking maybe the death penalty wasn't such a bad idea. Ten years later he was a diehard atheist with a .357 in his desk drawer, because half of these guys scared him to death.”
They would scare me to death too, almost as much as careening off the edge of one of those hilly, snowy roads in Minnesota! I did have trouble with everyone so keen all the time to jump in vehicles in such relentless, snow-blinding conditions, but perhaps that’s artistic licence.
I was reading along, anxious to figure out who was doing what, and whether a third body found in a snowman was a copycat killer or part of some conspiracy, but there was so much back and forth, dashing through the freezing snow, that I got bogged down. I still enjoyed Gino and Leo, but I missed the banter and camaraderie of the five Monkeewrench crew.
The subject matter is thought-provoking, but it began to seem less like a mystery and more like the story was written to draw attention to the issues. For that reason, I was disappointed, especially in the ending, but I will probably read the next one eventually.
Incidentally, although this would work okay as a stand-alone, I'm not sure it would be as enjoyable without having developed a feeling for the characters already. If this had been my first, I probably wouldn't choose more.