“If he’s really a Juggalo freak, he could show in Sault Ste Marie next week, and then Detroit…you could hide a jumbo jet in the UP so nobody could find it.”
After reading (and enjoying) some of the earliest books in the Lucas Davenport “prey” series, I jumped ahead to #25: Gathering Prey. Davenport, now in his fifties, still married to Weather, is disillusioned with the petty politics dogging Minnesota’s BCA (Bureau of Criminal Assessment) – especially with the case of an accused wife-killer, defended by a hot-shot lawyer.
But the story opens in San Francisco. The couple’s adopted daughter, Letty, studying at Stanford, befriends two travellers, Skye and Henry, busking in Union Square. She shouts them a Macca’s meal, listening to their stories of life on the road, including the bad dudes – disciples of a man they call "Pilot”. Letty gives Skye some emergency cash and her phone number. Fast forward: the pair are in Sturgis, South Dakota, at the motorcycle rally, Henry is lured in by a couple of the bad dudes for his chance to be an actor, tortured and slashed to death in a drug-fuelled thrill-killing. Skye contacts Letty, gets over to Minnesota, and a sceptical Lucas listens to her story of the missing friend.
I was a little sceptical myself at first, especially when the story revolves around two groups: Pilate and his disciples: thrill-killers living off-grid – (a thinly-veiled bunch resembling the Charles Manson mob), and the Juggalos - followers of the Insane Clown Posse, who attend “Gatherings” across the country. (Mostly harmless, though I had read of instances of people dressed as clowns with painted faces, staging armed hold-ups.)
Back to the story: Skye kidnapped, Skye rescued, Skye finding out what happened to Henry and taking off for the Juggalo gathering in Hayward, WI to confront Pilate (as if?) and Letty following Skye – both pursued by Lucas in what can only be described as a bad hair day – one killed, one injured and rescued, the third narrowly escaping death. With the help of a selfie taken on a Juggalos cell phone, Lucas gets the break he needs.
They couldn’t make out the tag on the phone screen, but a deputy had Morrow e-mail the photo to a friend of his in Hayward, an amateur wildlife photographer, who ran the shot through Lightroom and two minutes later came back with both the license plate and a make and model on the car, an aging Subaru Forester.
Second guessing Pilate’s movements, from there it’s on to Sault Ste Marie in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, hosting the next “Gathering” of the Juggalos. For me, this is the best part of the book. An area of state park and wilderness, sparsely populated, the bad actors from California are out of their depth whereas the locals take care of each other and themselves, knowing help may not arrive in time, or at all. Amazing shoot-outs, some dead, some escape, some surrender, taking the reader to the final confrontation back in dear-old Minnesota.
At times I struggled to keep up with the baddie pairings, the names of the deputies and volunteers, and the locations across three states. But overall, a good read, a sizable body count, some bad language (appropriate), the standouts being the Sheriff of Barron County and his volunteers – men who had served in Iraq (which the bad dudes hadn’t), Lucas cringing at Letty driving his Porsche, and hats off to the barista’s well-aimed soy macchiato.