The story starts with a bang – and knives – and the action doesn’t stop. We’re kept guessing throughout the twists and turns and until the very last minute we’re left wondering how it’ll turn out.
Fitzpatrick brings her characters to life. I love Tempe Walsh and her red hair and her constant need to eat. I love Briggan O’Brien and his Irish brogue and blather and his many facets. As Tempe says, “My Riverdale Robin Hood had a gift for chicanery and sneaky behavior.” (pg. 269) Even their imperfections are endearing; Brig will scale buildings and walk a tightrope but he’s paralyzed by snakes and haunted by loss. The secondary cast of characters are just as interesting, Asha, the homesick Bollywood film star, and her on-again-off-again fiancé and director, Jake.
Romance is certainly there between kidnappings, elephants and gaelic curses, as is the undeniable chemistry between Tempe and Brig. “He stares at you all the time … It wasn’t because you were just any old person he’d gone on the lam with. The man has it bad. With a capital B, A, and D! It’s as if he’s been looking for you for years and now that he’s found you, well, he’s not losing you.” (pg. 161)
The story left me smiling, wanting curry, samosas and my very own Brig.