Broken Ice, the second in the series featuring private investigator, Nils Shapiro is a tale of crime noire at its finest. Set in the freezing temperatures of Minneapolis, this is a tale of drugs and murder and the darkest parts of the human heart.
"...I crawled out of the cave. Ellegaard waited for me outside the police tape. I told him all signs pointed to CO poisoning.
He said, 'Any sign of Linnea Engstrom?'
'Not yet.'
'Do you think she was in there?'
'I have no idea. But I know who we need to talk to next. By the way, we're working pro bono for the Houshes.'
I heard it before I felt it. At least that's what I remember. I don't know if the horror on Ellegaard's face was in reaction to 'pro bono' or because he saw the arrow lodge into my shoulder..."
The disappearance of Linnea Engstrom, a teenage girl from the hockey town of Warroad, Minnesota should have been a simple case to handle for the newly formed team of Shapiro and Ellegaard. The majority of the small town was in Minneapolis for the hockey tournament so finding people to speak with wasn't difficult. Linnea has not returned from the prior night's game and when her best friend Haley Housch also went missing, the parents became alarmed. But when Haley's body was found in a cave, Shapiro knew there was more to the case than met the eye. Then getting shot by an arrow confirmed that someone didn't want the girls to be found.
Shapiro should be in the hospital recovering from the injury and blood loss, but he knows that the clock is now ticking on the missing girl. If he doesn't find her quickly, then she could be as dead as Haley, if she wasn't already. But why?
The trail leads Shapiro back to the small town of Warroad. A small town with too many secrets to hide. Shapiro begins to suspect that maybe he has it wrong. That maybe Linnea isn't another victim, that maybe, Linnea is playing a game all her own. He will have to figure it out quick, the bodies are starting to pile up.
"....When I was eighteen I was dumb. All of us were dumb because we could only be as smart as our life experience would allow. But in the information age, kids can be smarter than their life experience. It's a false kind of smarts, of course. It's not learned the same way. It's learned through words and images on electric screens, not through joy, pain, and shame.
Linnea's generation is not ashamed. Of anything. And shame, really, is the seed of decency. But it's not their fault. How could they be ashamed? They've grown up in a shameless world..."
Nils Shapiro is a throwback, a detective the likes of which has faded from the crime genre and that is too bad. Shapiro's tales could have been written by the likes of MacDonald, Chandler or Hammett. A throwback to the time when private detectives were filmed in black and white and before the pretty boy genre hit. Shapiro is smart and clever and at times, incredibly jaded by what he has seen in the world around him. He is a detective in a large city but works it with a small town feel. He is far more of a Jim Rockford than a Magnum PI and that may be why he connects so well with the reader.
Broken Ice is a terrific mystery and in its way, a statement on our society. It is also a terrific follow up to the first novel in the series, Gone To Dust, which if you have not picked it up, you really, really should. Goldman writes seamlessly and to the reader effortlessly. The story is told through the grizzled and yet hopeful eyes of its main character and the lack of understanding he has with the younger set, which the crimes revolve in some part around, mirrors many of my generation's lack of understand for today's youth. Their values. Their needs. Their disconnect. Goldman handles this with grace and regret and without judgement. There is no right or wrong, just a disconnect.
A terrific novel and really good read!