Three generations of detectives must each solve a crime that others can not.
Many readers are familiar with Stephen Hunter’s books featuring sniper Bob Lee Swagger, who comes from a line of men known both for their skill with guns and their ability to find solutions to crimes that leave others baffled. In Front Sight, the reader gets to see several different Swaggers doing what they do best in three novellas. The first is “The Night Train”, featuring Bob Lee’s grandfather Charles Swagger. Charles is in Chicago, fresh off the successful capture of John Dillinger and tasked with hunting down Baby Faced Nelson. Following a tip that Nelson was seen in one of the local stockyards, Charles heads down to investigate. The tip proves to be worthless, but while there Charles is attacked by a man who is out of his mind. Charles survives due to his speed with a gun, while his attacker, a man of color, lies dead. Quick on the scene are two railroad “bulls”, who are less interested in a dead black man and more interested in getting money from Swagger in order to look the other way. A Chicago PD officer joins them, “Two Gun” Washington, and suggests that the two would=be extortionists hit the road. He reads the scene, agrees that Swagger was acting in self-defense, and suggests that it may be best to leave the crime unreported. The police aren’t going to care about another dead black man, but would love to complicate the job of a federal officer like Swagger. A little digging around leads Swagger and Washington to suspect that someone is distributing a new narcotic in the colored part of town, a drug that is driving some of its users insane to the point of murder, and they set about finding out who is behind it. What does the recent fire that destroyed six square blocks of the stockyards have to do with the case, if anything? And can these two oddly matched officers of the law cut through corruption, incompetence and politics to stop the spread of this poison?
In “Johnny Tuesday”, we get to see Earl Swagger (Bob Lee’s father, seen most recently in “The Bullet Garden”) as he rolls into Chesterfield City, Maryland, a small city that runs on money from the local tobacco growing industry. Years earlier a bank in Chesterfield City had been robbed in broad daylight, the thieves getting away with a bag of money and an expensive necklace belonging to the Tapscott family, the local tobacco barons, and leaving behind two dead bodies. The crime was never solved, and Swagger (for reasons unknown to the reader) is looking to bring the robbers to justice. He heads to the part of town knows as Libertyville where the people of color live, in search of a former soldier named Nick Jackson. Swagger is going to need the type of information that the colored citizens, who work for the wealthy families and can see and hear what goes on in those houses while remaining invisible to the inhabitants, can gather. Nick’s reputation for bravery in the war has led Swagger to seek him out as his conduit to the Libertyville community. There is plenty of corruption in this small Maryland city, as it turns out, with competing gangs and even the requisite femme fatale in the person of Mrs. Tapscott. There are also people who don’t want anyone poking into the city’s affairs in general or the bank robbery in particular, and Swagger will find his shooting skills essential to staying alive long enough to find out what happened in Chesterfield CIty.
In the third novella, “Five Dolls for the Gut Hook”, it is time for Bob Lee himself to look into a troubling situation. Bob Lee is not in a good place in his life; he like so many returned from serving his country in Vietnam having seen and done things he would like to forget but can’t. A steady stream of whiskey being ingested is the only thing he has found that can numb the pain, and he has been ingesting plenty. Then one day Bob Lee is visited by family friend and former county prosecutor Sam Vincent and the chief of police from nearby Hot Springs. Someone is killing young women in Hot Springs, butchering them really, and the locals are stumped. Since the powers=that-be in Hot Springs are trying to revamp the area’s image from a gangster town to a family-friendly resort, it is not in the town’s interest to have it be known that a killer is on the loose. They want Swagger to dry himself out a bit and prove that, like his father and grandfather before him, he is more than just a man talented with the gun….he can see patterns and arrive at solutions that most can not. Taking things one day at a time, Swagger arrives in Hot Springs and starts asking questions in all of the right, and some of the wrong, places. With the help of two detectives, veteran Bill Canton and young black Eddie Rollins, Swagger starts looking into the happenings at a local strip club known as the Mardi Gras where at least one of the victims had worked. He makes a quick enemy in Badger Grumley, the not-very-bright but well-connected bartender at the club, when he roughs him up in order to get some answers. He also finds an ally in Franny Wincombe, a cute young woman who works at the Mardi Gras even though she isn’t the type of girl who generally ends up there. Swagger uses the observational skills he honed as an Army sniper and the depths of his knowledge of life in Arkansas to start developing a picture of how the killer is ripping up his victims. The reason why the killer is doing it is not as apparent, nor is the site of the killing, but Swagger and his team will do their best to catch the killer before another victim is chosen.
Three great stories are loosely tied together by the familial relation of the three detectives and a weapon that is passed down from father to son, Each man is a product of his time….one working for the FBI chasing down gangsters, another working on his own in the style of a film noir PI, and the third in a 70’s horror film filled with strung out hippies and city fathers determined to paint over the unseemly parts of their community. They believe in right and wrong, don’t always follow the rules as strictly as their bosses might like, and are both the man you want on your side in a gunfight and the person who can sort the wheat from the chaff in a puzzling situation. In each of these stories, the Swagger men are fine working with people of color at their side, in times when that was not the case for many a white person; they care only about the quality of the person’s work and their character. If you have read earlier Swagger books, you will certainly enjoy this one; and if you haven’t, but enjoy a well=written detective story (James Lee Burke, C. J. Box and Lee Child are authors who spring to mind), then I recommend that you give this one a try. Many thanks to NetGalley and Atria/Emily Bestler Books for allowing me access to an advanced reader’s copy of Front SIght in return for my honest review.