3★
“Sloan’s patrol-cop father had said on several occasions, ‘Reality’s simple. Fiction’s complicated.’”
Somebody has planted an IED, (an improvised explosive device) in an awkward spot that can’t be reached by the usual robot, which means there’s a guy crawling on his belly to have a look.
“He’d had four IED calls since he’d been on the force. The first was a suspicious package in front of a women’s health clinic (the ‘bomb’) was a sheaf of Christian literature and an alarm clock).”
This one is more tucked away, so it’s up to Kleppe to defuse it . . . he hopes.
“Kleppe was in a bomb suit, a ghastly outfit that weighed nearly a hundred pounds. It protected his head, his chest, torso, legs and arms. But not hands. Officers on this detail knew that if the thing went off they might survive, but their hands would be appendages of the past. Disability payments were now electronic, so one wouldn’t have to worry about signing the checks.”
Grim humour. The story is centred around Detective Sloan and the investigation into who and why. The only clue has been a strange poem which isn’t at all helpful, but he figures someone may be able to interpret it and winkle out a reason.
The search is on for a poetry expert, and the local college has just the woman. She becomes part of the search team and more than that to Sloan.
What begins as a straight-forward police story, with some discussion of “domterrs” (domestic terrorists) and other possible suspects, takes a very different turn as Sloan begins to understand the motive.
“Like everyone else at the first hint of an IED, he’d gotten caught up in the frenzy of the case. Nothing else had existed but figuring out who was behind the plot, how they were going to strike, how to stop them.”
It was a curious premise and I wanted to know what happened. There is a lengthy explanation at the end by way of flashback that I would rather have seen worked into the story somehow, to raise a little tension.
It was interesting enough to finish and the writing is fine, but it’s not one I’d recommend unless you’re a Deaver fan.
Thanks to NetGalley and Amazon Original Stories for the copy for review.