Disjointed!
Written by Andrew Grant, and published by Ballantine Books, an imprint of Random House, a division of Penguin Random House LLC, New York in 2017, this book is the second of the author’s detective police procedural novels featuring Cooper Devereaux of the Birmingham, Alabama Police Department. At least three books of this series will have been published by January of 2018. I have now read all three of them. This author has talent and makes very few mistakes in his writing. The narrative is usually crisp, but not so much this time. I saw more mistakes than I expected to see, and the story was difficult to follow.
Unfortunately, the plot in this (the second) of the author’s False novels is not as good as the other two. It is somewhat disjointed and difficult to follow. Eventually, we figure out that there are at least three, and possibly more, criminals at work in this story, but there is no paucity of suspects.
The story has at least three separate, but independent, plot lines, with no apparent relationship between them. Because of this, the story seems chaotic. One plot line involves a serial arsonist who is setting fires to schools in the Birmingham area. A second plot line involves a serial killer who is dismembering his victims. It seems to have been lightly modeled after the Jeffry Dahmer case in Wisconsin in the early 1990s. The third plot line appears to be a scheme to blackmail Devereaux, himself. Or, perhaps, to destroy his relationship with the mother of his child, and current girlfriend, Alexandra Cunningham.
I noted some inconsistencies in the book, and it was pretty evident that the author was British when he frequently used terminology common in the U.K., but not so much in America. One of these is the use of the term “reversed,” instead of the much more common American term “backed up” when describing a vehicle backing out of a driveway or parking spot. Another was a reference to I-280 (page #186 and other locations), which is apparently supposed to be an Interstate Highway in the Birmingham area. Interstate-280 roads are spurs and connections to Interstate-80, which runs from San Francisco to the Metropolitan New York City area. It terminates in Teaneck, NJ. It is too far north to be anywhere near Alabama. On the other hand, there is a highway called US Highway 280 that does run into Birmingham, Alabama, but it is not an Interstate Highway.
On page #11, we learn that Devereaux has a “seven-year-old daughter” named Nicole. But on page #102, we are told that her mother is helping her with her “algebra lesson.” At age seven, an American child would normally be in second grade, although it is possible to be in either first or third grade, too. Second grade seems a bit early to be studying Algebra in the US. In this country, algebra is rarely taught before eighth-grade, and more often not before ninth- or tenth-grade. I first studied it in tenth grade, but that was a long time ago. Many of my high-school classmates never studied it at all.
Devereaux suspects his former school principal, Joseph Oliver, of being the person who has compiled a dossier on him, and is attempting to blackmail him. The motive for Oliver to do this, however, is never fully explained. We are told on page #71, for example, that “In the hierarchy of assholes who Devereaux held grudges against, Principal Oliver didn’t even make the top twenty.” There seems to be very little priory history between the two men, so how and why would Oliver come to be blackmailing Devereaux so many years later? (On page #147 we are told that Devereaux had crossed swords with Oliver many times nearly thirty years ago.) Apparently, the two men had not had any contact in all that time, making Oliver seem like a very improbable suspect to me. Besides, how would he obtain access to the materials he was using for the blackmail?
In another place, the author has an arson suspect take a crowbar, and a “white twenty-gallon container” from the back of his old Ford Pinto and prepare to break-in to a school. The only problem with that assertion is that twenty gallons of a liquid accelerant would weigh about 123 pounds, plus the weight of the container, because gasoline weighs a bit more than six pounds per gallon. It is difficult to imagine an arsonist able to easily throw and remove such a heavy object into and out of his car by himself. Napalm might be lighter than gasoline, but not that much lighter. Also, where would he be able to fill a white container with gasoline anywhere in the United States, which requires such containers to be red in color? Perhaps he meant liters, instead of gallons. A five-gallon gasoline container would hold almost 20 liters, I believe. Grant should have done better research before making this improbable assertion.
The book ends with a whimper. Devereaux learns the identity of the blackmailer, but we are left wondering who he is, what he had to with Devereaux’s past, and what will happen next. The author leaves this loose end dangling, so the story was unsatisfying to me. This book is not in the same league with the author’s other two False novels, warranting only two stars, at best. I can’t really recommend this book to readers of police procedural novels. I hope he does better with the next one.