At the beginning of the second P.J. Parrish novel in the Louis Kincaid series, “Dead of Winter”, Kincaid has just been hired on as a police detective for a small-town police department. He is hoping that the tourist town of Loon Lake, Michigan will provide him with the relative peace and quiet he needs after his harrowing, near-death experience in Mississippi, as described in the first book, “Dark of the Moon”. As a young black police officer, he thinks a change of scenery to the North will help him to avoid the deep racism and provincialism that he hated about the South. Sadly, while the racism may not be as overt, the provincialism is the same regardless of geography.
Kincaid’s arrival into the Loon Lake police force comes shortly after the murder of the police officer that Kincaid is replacing. That officer, Tom Pryce, was also a young black officer, the only black man on the force. Before Kincaid can even begin to think “token”, another murder occurs of another police officer. A serial killer is stalking Loon Lake, and he’s targeting cops.
Kincaid soon finds himself in over his head, dealing with a strangely dictatorial police chief, a partner with a hair-trigger temper, and a town full of secrets. Something bad happened in Loon Lake long before Kincaid arrived and long before the serial killer started picking off the town’s police force, but nobody’s talking. Officer Pryce may have been the only one who had put the pieces together, but he left behind notebooks of cryptic scribbles that Kincaid can’t decipher. The only clue Kincaid has to go on at first is a playing card left at both murder scenes. Kincaid is sure of two things: 1) the murders seem to be personal, and 2) the killer had military training.
Is the killer one of the survivalist militia freaks that have holed up in the woods? Is he a cop? Or is there something much more insidious going on here? What the hell did Kincaid get himself into by signing on for this job? It may not be Mississippi, but the cold Michigan nights and the secrets they hold may be just as deadly.
Parrish (the pseudonym of a writing team of sisters) is quickly becoming one of my favorite authors of crime thrillers, and Louis Kincaid is at the top of my list of favorite literary detectives. Much on a par with Michael Connelly’s Harry Bosch series, Parrish’s series is equally well-written, suspenseful, and believable in its police procedural. Kincaid is also, like Bosch, a far more believable and realistic hero in that he is far from perfect. He makes bad decisions and mistakes that have serious consequences for himself and others, but he always owns up to them and tries to correct them, if he can. Kincaid is not a super-cop. Far from it. He is, however, that seemingly rarest of cops: honest and good and unwilling to compromise on his morality.
Integrity is what separates literary heroes like Kincaid and Bosch apart from so many others. That, and some damn fine mystery writing.