"Lucas Davenport has seen
many terrible murder scenes. This is one of the worst. In the Minnesota town of
Wayzata, an entire family has been killed — husband, wife, two kids, dogs. On
the wall, in blood: "Were coming." No apostrophe."
It’s that apostrophe that
would have hooked me, even if I didn’t already love John Sandford, who’s
written a novel a year since the Ark. Buuut, this isn’t his finest work.
The Prey series, of which this is #22, is a whole lot of edgy police
drama in which Lucas Davenport is a snarky, quick-witted lunatic. He’s getting
old, fine, but he’s also starting to spend a lot of time on the details – like,
in this book, turning cash into gold.
I preferred the old Lucas.
So, here’s my take...
I’ve enjoyed it. It’s pretty good. I love this sort of
thing. But it didn’t rock my world. If you’re already a Sandford fan, read it.
May as well. If you’re not and you spot it in a second-hand store, on sale on
Kindle or on a friend’s shelf, don't worry – Stolen Prey works well as a stand-alone for the uninitiated.
But
know that there are better novels in this series, and that John Sandford (whose
real name is John Camp) isn’t a Pulitzer Prize winner for nothing.
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