About halfway through his detective novella, Before the Clock Strikes, author E.G. Michaels apparently remembers every cop TV show cliche he's ever seen his entire life and feels he has to include them in the story before it ends. As a result, what had been a decent procedural story goes off the rails a time or two and becomes unintentionally funny in spots.
The hero of Before the Clock Strikes is Detective Kyle Simmons, a Philadelphia police detective whose personal life is a mess but who is a whiz, albeit an unconventionally hardnosed one, on the job. He gets called in on a drive-by shooting of a teenaged girl, killed in the living room of a friend during a sleepover. Figuring out whodunit isn’t all that difficult here; a witness saw the shooter’s car drive away, and a prime suspect quickly emerges, a local gang banger who had gotten in a bad argument with one of the house’s other residents. But figuring out who the killer might be and getting the proof are two different things.
As a police procedural in the vein of Ed McBain’s 87th Precinct stories, Before the Clock Strikes is decent, although the action eventually becomes highly implausible, with two major shootouts and a hostage standoff occurring along the way. In addition, Michaels weaves in a second case as well, that of one of Simmons’ former informants who also gets gunned down. Michaels keeps moving his point of view around in the book, shifting from Simmons to a couple of the bad guys, and, needless to say, in a 120-page book that busy, the actual police work gives way to some lucky coincidences of the same sort that allow TV cops to solve cases in 60 minutes every week. But as long as Michaels concentrates on his story (including a lot of rather colorful and R-rated street talk dialogue), the story is fairly entertaining.
But then the author loses focus. In fact, it’s fairly easy to pinpoint where the story turns, about 40% into the book when Simmons’ partner, the type of easy-going sidekick that’s a mainstay of this sort of fiction, gets called away because his mother-in-law died. That gives Simmons an opportunity to crack a couple of poor taste jokes while his partner bizarrely nods along as if it’s a minor inconvenience. It also allows the author to saddle him with another dreaded TV cop staple, the book-smart, street-ignorant rookie, in this case his captain’s very attractive niece. It’s amazing she is able to fit into the police car with all the stereotyped clichés she’s carrying around. From this point on, the story founders a good bit, so much so that a third act plot twist doesn’t register (and doesn’t make sense based on what the characters did earlier in the story).
Before the Clock Strikes is Michaels’ first book in a series featuring Kyle Simmons. I haven’t read any of the others, which appear to be longer, so I’m willing to cut the author a bit of slack here (especially since he offers the book for free). He’s got a decent eye for plotting and street dialogue, and his stories will probably play better at a longer length. The extreme overreliance on cliché, coincidence, and over-the-top set pieces is annoying, making the book somewhat silly on occasion. Still, fans of the genre should find this a quick evening’s free read that will pass the time. There’s definitely room for improvement for Michaels as a writer and the development of his characters, but the clock hasn’t quite struck yet for Before the Clock Strikes.