Guess the bookamajigger wants me to kick out some Stephen King! And lo and behold, Uncle Stevie wrote himself a detective procedural! Which works. JK Rowling did it, and probably a little better, but it’s still an interesting diversion. Half the book deals with Bill Hodges, a retired detective who has gone fat on a diet of daytime television and the possible injection of his service revolver. He’s reenergized when he gets a letter from Brady Hartsfield, the Mercedes Killer who mercilessly ran down folks waiting on a job fair and got away with it. While there’s tinges of problematic racism, it’s still a solid book, and I look forward to the sequel coming on Tuesday.
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