Sharon McCone is off to a small town on a fictional northern California lake. A Hong Kong based company wants to reopen abandoned mines in the region, and it thinks with modern technology, it can extract a half million ounces of gold. That’s the official line the company feeds the feds. In reality, the company wants to open a luxury lakeshore resort, which it would do if the mining venture fell through, as it probably would.
This felt like an author excuse to preach on pro-environmental stuff, but when you consider who McCone works for, none of that is a surprise. This is a slow book that bored me in several places. I don’t think you get to a murder here until chapter five or so, but I could be wrong about that. I just recall it takes a while to get there. Turns out the murdered guy worked for the Hong Kong company trying to acquire the land cheaply from the feds. When he became no longer useful, they canceled him, as it were.
I find McCone off-putting in so many ways. She drifts from man to man like a poor child with severe ADHD drifts from one shiny new thing to another. People compare McCone to the Sue Grafton detective, and I don’t see any comparison aside from their singleness. Grafton’s character at least gave me reasons to like her. What frustrates me a little is I enjoy this series enough that I’m committed to keep reading it. I think I have something like 24 books to go, if I’m not mistaken.
As to this book, it ends in a suspenseful way. I’m always freaked out a bit by scenes set deep inside mines. I got trapped once years ago in an old elevator on the campus where I work, and while it didn’t entirely undo me, it left an indelible mark. The thought of venturing into a mine shaft or cave now gives me pause, to say the least. But when that elevator failed, I could hear the creaking groanings of what felt like the skeleton of that building. There’s a mine scene in here that definitely kept me reading.