I never intended to become a dog person, until my future wife decided she’d prefer to have a puppy in lieu of an engagement ring. And now I can’t imagine my life without my little sonofabitchbastard. So maybe I was a little more suckered in by this procedural of a damaged patrolman and a damaged Marine dog healing one another’s scars as they solve a murder. It’s a better version of James Rollins’ Tucker Wayne series, but not quite as amazing as Michael Connelly’s Harry Bosch, though I’d recommend it fans of both.
And also, CANNONBALL, MOTHERFUCKER. WOOOOOOO!
