[2.5 stars]
I had a coworker who had this wallpaper on her computer that showed the kid from The Sixth Sense and the caption, I see dumb people. They're everywhere. They walk around like everybody else. They don't know that they're dumb. For awhile I thought that could have been an alternate title for this book. We have Emily Rosario, not exactly a criminal or junkie but on the fringes of both, who gets chatted up in a San Francisco bar by some dubious Russian guy and in about ten minutes talked into an even more dubious criminal scheme, in addition to agreeing to accompany him back to an apartment and being plied with pills. All this, with next to no coercion, mind you. So we start there. But, Emily eventually turns into the best thing in the book.
Then we have the Russian criminals. They're pretty stupid too. Not terrible characters, but a bit from Central Casting. Then there are two bad cops, Elias and Trammell, the dead weight that nearly drags this down to two stars. I know corrupt cops are a staple of crime stories like this, and that's fine, but at least make them interesting. These guys are the blandest bad cops ever. They're not evil, or sociopaths, or ruthlessly ambitious, or self-deluding rationalizers who think they are justified. No, they're a bit lazy, a bit insecure, a whole lot whiny, and dull as dishwater. Oh, and not very bright either (you may notice a pattern here). And big chunks of the book follow these guys. Not riveting.
So I nearly rounded my rating down, rather than up, but in the last 50 pages shit finally comes together and Patrick Hoffman (a private investigator, this is his first book) pulls off the one subtle move he's been saving. Turns out he was doing a bit of rope-a-dope with Emily. You get bits of her backstory here and there, and without ever calling attention to it, a sense emerges that the beginning of the book in the bar represented her at rock bottom, and the Russians' insane bank robbery scheme (which no doubt was planned to leave them with the money and her as a corpse) somehow serves as a wake-up call. At the 11th hour, she turns the tables, and ends up on the run. At her most desperate, she somehow comes into her own and uses her natural smarts and instincts to try to keep a step ahead of her pursuers. Hoffman handles this believably, as Emily still makes one or two more bad decisions, but is quicker to react to them and able to improvise. If only the focus stayed on her the whole book.
Or as Emily might have put it: This Hoffman dude is hella wack with the story, starts out ok then we following these boring-ass cops for way too long, who cares about them? And the Russians, I mean, I guess they're Russians cuz we told they're Russians, but one pretty much like another, you know? Takes too damn long to get back to me, which is the only reason anyone's still turning pages. But whatever, it's his book I guess, just sayin'.
Hella too right, Emily.