Rafferty and religion don't mix
I'm a Johnny-Come-Lately to W. Glen Duncan's Rafferty mysteries. Having just finished False Gods, (thanks, Hidden Gems, for the ARC) I'm highly motivated to correct that oversight.I'm not sure Ill ever get enough of Rafferty's sardonic self-deprecating wit, his instinct for doing the right thing, or his penchant for landing feet-first in a pile of fertilizer while solving the case. And let's be honest, his honey, Hilda, is the best female love-interest in any mystery I've ever read. Clearly author Duncan has a gift for characterization, because even the most minor of players in this book come across as 3-D real. The mystery is developed slowly, almost insidiously, and there's plenty of dramatic tension, red herrings, and dead ends before it's all sorted. The climax is horrifying, the ending is somberly satisfying, and this voluntary, independent, and uncompensated review is: 5 stars.