The Last Second Chance does not read like a first novel. It reads like James Lee Burke let his sensitive detective’s rough-edged sidekick take over and invited one of Tony Hillerman’s guys along for the ride. Cowboy noir for the cartel era, the book opens with raw sex, and soon somebody’s dead, his balls carefully placed in an egg tray. The drumbeat of crude sex and relentless violence never lets up, but it’s relieved by a counterpoint of humor and strong characterization.
There are people in this book you’d want to hang out with. A morose private eye who’s been beaten down by the system, his ex-wives, and injustice in general, and wants his manhood back. A native American cop with two voices arguing inside his head, intuitive mystic and streetwise pragmatist. A petite blonde tougher than the man she’s trying to kill. Nesbitt makes her plausible, funny, startlingly honest, and so likeable that the book is as much a buddy caper as a revenge quest. Throwing morals to the winds, you root for her.
Meth deals in rural Texas, Santeria rituals with Aztec flourishes, a cave reeking of guano and bustling with beetles who eat the flesh off animal carcasses that will be sculpted into jewelry…it’s all vividly imagined, and Nesbitt’s description is so finely detailed, you can visualize the movie scenes as you read. That authorial voice stays strong throughout, moving with confidence the minds of criminals and law enforcers, men and women, educated and uneducated. By page 3, you have entered into the book’s world, and at no point is there a lull or roadblock to break your journey. Instead, you find, underneath all that toughness, examples of humility, heroism, and real courage—the kind that admits it’s scared and has fucked up many times.
Last Second Chance (the perfect title) is a gripping read with a cathartic ending, and it takes you places you’ve likely never been.