4.5 STARS!
Let's just get some perspective, shall we:
At the time of this review, there have been 13 400 ratings and more than a thousand reviews for this book - that, in itself, is massive. However, after all of that, the average rating for this book is 4.22 STARS...
Wow...
So, at this stage, I don't think it would matter to tell people that DCI Foster is a man, posing as a woman, who goes after a serial killer who is a woman, posing as a man, who has the same views as a drunk Mel Gibson and think the holocaust was faked for propaganda, who is secretly obsessed with fetish porn, but because of religious reasons feels so conflicted that he/she rather kills people than to log onto the internet. And both killer and cop has a connection - they share a love of Marmite - Foster for the taste and the killer for fetish reasons...
OF COURSE I'm fucking with you - I was just wondering if you were really going to read this.
Here's what to expect:
DCI Erika Foster is a great cop, but has the tendency to overstep her bounds and rub people the wrong way.
She is in charge of the case when The Night Stalker starts killing. The victims are male, found naked inside their homes, with drugs in their systems and a "suicide" bag over their heads.
The victims seems to be random and clues are all but non-existent.
Why were they chosen?
How do they stop this killer who seems to be too far ahead of them?
Add to that a massive heat-wave and you've got a great, boiling pot impending doom...
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Okay, as far as a police procedural, this book has the right amount of everything you want. It is not for those who likes their action in short, constant bursts.
The plotting was near perfect, but there was one thing that niggled at the back of my head - a question I couldn't answer from the story - which prevented me from giving this 5 stars. Unfortunately, I can't discuss it without spoilers, so I will leave it at that.
One of the best things about this story - and you will have to bear with me on this one - is that the final showdown was not like the final fight in a Kung-Fu movie. What I mean by that is it was straight forward, uncomplicated and not overly-elaborate.
A lot of writers fall into the "trap" - yes, I write it like that because it works with some stories - of making this elaborate final scene, where it is back-and-forth, we kick each other's ass for four pages even though everybody knows the good guy is going to win, using props and furniture and, if the mood strikes, maybe even the pet cat as a weapon, blah blah blah, Hollywood bullshit...
Look, in the movie INDIANA JONES (I hope I'm thinking of the right one) AND THE TEMPLE OF DOOM, there is a scene where Indy has to fight this one guy in the market. During shooting, it was all set up as a choreographed, elaborate fighting scene. But that morning, Harrison Ford told Stephen Spielberg that he had food poisoning and he wouldn't be able to do it. He wanted to shoot something quickly so he could get back to the hotel and a bathroom. What happened next became part of the amazing Hollywood history:
Indy is in the market, this guy faces him and makes all the expansive, martial arts moves for about ten full seconds. The camera cuts back to Indy, who stands up straight, shakes his head, pulls out a gun and shoots the guy.
This scene is hilarious and much better remembered by the viewers than any fighting scene would have been.
The point I'm trying to make is that simple is sometimes so much better.
** Thank you, Andrea, for reminding me to get my butt in gear and read this book!