Copyright 2015 by Columbia Rose Ltd., published by Grand Central Publishing, New York

Let me start by saying that the plot in this book is one of the most twisted, perverse and just downright evil that I have ever read. Since I am a fan of Jeffrey Deaver, the master of twisted and perverse, that is saying something.
I will also give Baldacci credit for pulling things together at the end. A plot that, for most of the book, made no sense and seemed to be rife with red herrings, actually comes together at the end to make sense. Quite an accomplishment, really.
This is #5 in the series of mystery/adventure books featuring my favorite government-sponsored assassin, Will Robie and, eventually, his co-assassin and love interest, Jessica Reel. As it is not the last book in this series, I won’t be giving anything away by telling you that both Robie and Reel survive. But not for lack of trying. Just about everyone else in this book dies. I couldn’t compute the body count, but it runs into the dozens. As the setting for the book is Cantrell MS, a small rural town, I think that a substantial percentage of the population bit the dust. Some of the dead were not residents, fortunately – they were just hired hands which Robie and Reel dispatched with relative ease. They are fully capable of taking on a battalion armed with automatic weapons and barely breaking a sweat. But they nearly meet their maker at the hands of the villain who was armed with a single pistol. Doesn’t seem likely, but it makes for a good story.
The body count begins with Robie killing a bad guy under orders from Uncle Sam. But he also, accidentally, kills a 4-year-old girl. This unbalances him and he is unable to finish his next assignment. He needs to take a break to clear his head. Fortunately his father has been charged with murder in Cantrell MS so Robie heads there to work out his inner demons and, hopefully, help his estranged daddy. He senses that he can’t move forward until he deals with some unresolved issues from his past, one being his father and the other being the loss – and disappearance – of his high school sweetheart over 20 years ago.
It doesn’t take Robie long to make some new enemies who appear to be associated with wealthy casino interests in Mississippi. He doesn’t kill any of the 4 men in this initial encounter, but he maims them and pisses them off enough that they come back in force. His bacon is saved, in this second encounter, by the timely arrival of Jessica Reel. This encounter results in the death of 7 men. More deaths – including the death of a teen girl – soon follow. Meanwhile the FBI appears in town, hot on the trail of a serial killer.
So… random killings in a small town, a possible serial killer, casino-related thugs, a murder charge against his father and the mystery of the disappearance of his old girlfriend (and her entire family). Quite a variety of plotlines. What more could be added? How about some pedophilia?
It is a jumble, for sure. I don’t want to give more of the plot away because it is truly twisted and surprisingly coherent. Pretty satisfying, really.
8 out of 10.





Eating for Jett
It is now more than 4 months since Jett’s untimely and very sad demise. During that time I have made great progress (if that is the word) on cleaning up her affairs – terminating credit cards, etc. – and packing up and shipping to her children those items that have more meaning to them than to me (e.g., old pre-me photographs).
But I am still consuming her food.
At the time she died I had accumulated a wide variety of high-calorie, protein-laden foods that I hoped she would consume and, eventually, regain weight and strength. It never happened. So, being too cheap to discard perfectly good consumables, I have been slowly eating those things that I had bought for her. She liked coffee and chocolate ice cream. I have finished the coffee but am still working through the chocolate. She liked to snack on those very expensive chocolate wafers. I am not a big fan, but, dammit, I am going to eat those buggers. Saltines. Protein shakes. I will consume them.
There are a few things that I won’t eat. She loved Cream of Wheat. I can tolerate it, but why torture myself at breakfast when Frosted Mini-Wheats are available? I also have at least three large, unopened containers of CoffeeMate. I never use the dreadful stuff. I need to donate those to somebody.
Then there is the freezer. We had way too much stuff in the freezer. A lot of it is just things for both of us and I am slowly working my way through frozen bacon, pork tenderloins and hamburger. But frozen margarine? Needs to go.
I will have to do a major purge of the pantry and freezer one of these days. At that point I might be able to stop eating for Jett and start eating for myself.