cute and comfy, like an ole doggy house slipper.
Those are words that describe Patricia Fisher novels by Steve Higgs. One knows all the good guys are going to end up “mostly ok”. Maybe a blip here or there. The bad guys? Not so ok but no blood, guts, or gore to deal with. Yeah, yeah, yeah…we know someone, or in the case of a certain Cartel brotherhood, a dozen or so “someone’s” got shot. Reader doesn’t “see” that in the minds eye. Reader only knows with his brain that “whoops”, someone had a big boo boo. The comedic writing takes away all the “bad” stuff. Plus the good guy always wins. A perfect ending to a perfect read.
Now don’t get me wrong. I’m a great lover of Tom Clancy, James Patterson ( and not his kids stories) and many other authors who get the point of violence across. Just nice to have the Steve Higgs bring a little fresh air with the maladies that follow Patricia and her clan.
And this particular story about everyone swimming upstream, so to speak, in NYC and against an irate Chief of Police has a lot of humor to offer. Enjoy a nice read.
I’ve gone to find Barbie! Ta ta!