LynDee Walker’s Fear No Truth really bugged me, from the "put upon underdog climbs the mountain and takes the lumps to prove herself," "hen in the fox den" clichés to the "you get more flies with "traditionally” feminine qualities" attitude that has our protagonist allowing herself to be disrespected by nearly everyone she meets.
Things like this don't really bug me as much when the story is fresh and compelling; this one was...I'll be kind and say familiar and enjoyable.
It was entertaining but not fabulous, and there isn’t a single thing in here I haven’t read in a Tami Hoag, Sandra Brown, Linda Howard, or Nora Roberts thriller.
It's got insolated, rich, disfunctional families, a heroine driven by a tragic past, and the requisite big strong love interest who'll keep her safe and in line.
And while I am well aware that absolute originality is difficult, especially when one must adhere to a specific set of genre conventions, pulling it off is what distinguishes good writers from great writers.
You aren’t off that particular hook just because you write “popular" fiction, not with me.
Even more familiar were the lines and character traits from Walker’s Nichelle Clark series.
If you’ve read even one of those books, you’ll recognize Charlie in the cutthroat, ambitious TV reporter with Nichelle’s penchant for impractical designer shoes.
You’ll recognize Bob, Nichelle’s fatherly, overprotective mentor and editor in Archie, Faith’s mansplaining lecturer of a mentor/professional ally.
You’ll definitely recognize the repeated and unnecessary warnings(she's an armed Texas ranger who has had extensive training) to “watch yourself” and to “be careful,” as well as the scolding’s that result from the heroine’s decision to think for herself and act accordingly.
Finally, you’ll recognize Nichelle’s “every word true”
To continue, Fear No Truth works as your garden variety police procedural if you’re willing to suspend a bit of disbelief. There’s bending the rules and there’s smashing them to shards and burning them, and Faith does a great deal of the latter. I guess I was supposed to find this admirable but, if anything, it was indicative, to me at least, of Faith’s belief (I’d attribute this to her family and socioeconomic background) that the rules don’t and shouldn’t apply to her.
I counted at least half a dozen pieces of evidence that would be ruled inadmissible by any judge worth her or his salt. Worse still, a grieving mother leaves her handbag in Faith’s car, and Faith decides it’s a good idea to hang onto it long enough to perform an illegal search of said grieving mother’s phone.
So, this woman is, at the very least, without a cellphone and wallet for hours, maybe even a day, because Faith, someone who wants desperately to be seen as a good cop, thinks it more expedient to ignore the frustrating and inconvenient parts of the job.
And all of these…investigatory strategies are fine and dandy with her super experienced mentor and her straight arrow of a “partner”?
I’ve never been a huge fan of “ends justify means” logic, and I especially dislike when it’s employed by law enforcement, even in fiction.
Ultimately, this first installment of the Faith McClellan series was an OK enough read that I’ll continue with the series. Underneath all of the annoyance and BS outlined above is the kind of suspense and clue discovery I really enjoy in mysteries, police procedurals, and crime thrillers. Here's hoping things improve in book two. Three stars.