Holy black markets, college prostitution rings and murderous political families, Batman!
Buried Leads, the second installment of LynDee Walker’s Nichelle Crime Thriller series, opens with the discovery of a decaying lobbyist in the Virginia woods.
Always in pursuit of the story, and in perpetual competition with not one, but two of her fellow reporters, Crime reporter Nichelle Clark races to get all she can out of the tightlipped investigators in order to land the story.
This time, Nichelle is up against a juggernaut she’s never encountered before, one that, if she isn’t careful, could cost her her job and, more importantly, her head.
Over the warnings of her suitors and behind her editor’s back, she digs deeper into a tangle of suspicious characters and half-truths, stumbling into a seedy bastion of sex-work, dirty politics (redundant, I know), illegal gambling, and black markets.
When I say that Nichelle is playing with her life and career in this one, I’m not joking; the mafia, the newspaper’s publisher, and her direct supervisor want her to back off. Full stop.
Meanwhile, Shelby, Nichelle’s arch nemesis, is still gunning for her job and, with Nichelle preoccupied with the senator, missing meetings, and blowing stories, things seem to be going Shelby’s way, especially because no one but Nichelle seems to want to look into the dirt that the senator may be up to.
None of Nichelle’s connections are talking, and everyone else seems to have a vested interest in concealing the senator’s…activities.
Against the backdrop of all that craziness is a budding love triangle that, if not handled correctly, could become Blech worthy very quickly.
There is also a bit of steam in this one, but it’s the kind I could get behind because it’s the product of mutual electricity rather than “kiss her to shut her up and to let her know who’s in charge) domination.
On a more touching note, we get to catch up with the family of one of the murder victims from Front Page Fatality. I have to really applaud Walker’s responsible portrayal of an African American family living in the inner-city. She eschews the awkward, inaccurate, and highly offensive verblackular that, in my opinion, is as revelatory of authorial ignorance as are stereotypical names and hairstyles.
The climax seemed kind of rushed and much less action packed than in book one, but the damsel in distress trope is nowhere to be found, something I love.
Once again, Walker delivers an excellent story, complete with danger, breaking and entering, laughs, sexual tension, and professional vindication.
4.5 stars!