Marc LaRose is a one man private detective agency in Northern New York’s Adirondack region. Accepting an insurance company’s assignment to investigate the death of a hotel patron leads Marc along the shores of Lake Champlain, across the border to Montreal then to the Olympic Village of Lake Placid in a whirlwind tale of international conspiracy, death, and terrorism.
Borderline Terror, by R. George Clark, is written by a former state policeman from upstate New York who received a presidential commendation for bravery and later, was a private detective. He used his expertise to create P.I. Marc LaRose who, in this first book, investigates the death of a Middle Eastern man on a ski trail near the US border with Canada. He can’t resist looking far too deeply into this supposedly accidental death until he becomes involved in an international conspiracy to commit terrorism. The engaging character of Marc LaRose, the smart dialogue, and well-spun tale kept me turning the pages with ease. This is a fascinating book.
This author's first book, he writes what he knows: a retired NY State Trooper who's now a PI. The action takes place in the Lake Placid area, and in Montreal, and involves a group of terrorists (or are they?) who want to ensure that Lake Placid does not get the nod for the 2026 Olympics. Along the way, he reconnects with old friends and makes some new ones, makes several people very irritated with him, and has some close calls. Altogether, an interesting read. This is the author's first book, and it shows in some really awkward writing in a couple of spots, but only a couple. Overall, a first book to be proud of. I look forward to reading his second Marc LaRose adventure, already waiting on Mount TBR.
Always happy to find an author who writes about the Adirondacks and Montreal, my habitat for the last 40 years. The mystery will appeal to those who read Lee Child. There were many suspenseful episodes to keep me engrossed until the dramatic ending. My only suggestion would be for a bit more detailed explanations at the end (felt a little rushed).