"Short Story," by Karin Slaughter and Michael Koryta, in Matchup, edited by Lee Child, Simon and Schuster, 2017.
I'm not a big fan of thriller novels, but there are a bunch of terrific
stories in this book. The gimmick is that each story features two
members of the International Thriller Writers, one male and one female,
bringing their most popular characters together. In this case it is
Karin Slaughter and Michael Koryta (making his second appearance in this space) and they decided to dive into their protagonists' backstories.
It's 1993 and Jeffrey Tolliver, is a young Birmingham cop. He is in a
small town in Georgia on a long weekend that has gone terribly wrong.
How wrong? Before the tale has gotten fairly started he finds himself
standing in a hotel parking lot in front of a busload of missionaries
and...
"Holy crap,mister. You're in your underwear."
"Running shorts," he said, resisting the urge to cover himself. "Training for a marathon."
"With just one shoe?"
"Half marathon."
That has a nice Groucho Marx surrealism to it, doesn't it? And pretty soon Tolliver is in jail on suspicion of murder.
Meanwhile, up in Cleveland, Ohio, veteran cop Joe Pritchard and his
green partner Lincoln Perry are being asked by the DEA to help them
track down a local drug dealer who has gone national. Seems he has been
spotted in a small town in Georgia...
A lot of stuff goes on here - in spite of its title, this is the longest
novella in the book -- and there are some nice surprises along the
way.and more witty lines too, as when a bad guy says:
"This ain't no Batman movie, mister. I don't got to explain myself."
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Sunday, October 12, 2014
Pit Stop, by Raymond Khoury and Linwood Barclay
"Pit Stop," by Raymond Khoury and Linwood Barclay, in Face-Off, edited by David Baldacci, Simon and Schuster, 2014.
Still enjoying this collection of pairing-ups by members of the International Thriller Writers. This week, my first encounter with two authors.
Glen Garber is not your hero for a series of thrillers. He's a builder, not a spy or criminologist. And rather being a ladies' man, he's a widower with a ten-year-old daughter. All he wants to do is bid on a farmhouse renovation when, well, he gets thrown into thriller territory.
Glen Garber had been given his coffee, but was still waiting for an order of chicken nuggets for his daughter, Kelly, when a woman raced into the restaurant screaming that some guy was on fire in the parking lot.
Well, that would get your attention.
Turns out the man on fire was just a distraction to help a bad guy get away from Sean Reilly, who is much more your standard thriller hero: the kind of FBI agent who doesn't let a little thing like a fresh concussion stop him from pursuing a maniac with a biological bomb. And, did I mention he just kidnapped Glen Garber's daughter?
And that turns out to be a very bad idea, for the bad guy...
Still enjoying this collection of pairing-ups by members of the International Thriller Writers. This week, my first encounter with two authors.
Glen Garber is not your hero for a series of thrillers. He's a builder, not a spy or criminologist. And rather being a ladies' man, he's a widower with a ten-year-old daughter. All he wants to do is bid on a farmhouse renovation when, well, he gets thrown into thriller territory.
Glen Garber had been given his coffee, but was still waiting for an order of chicken nuggets for his daughter, Kelly, when a woman raced into the restaurant screaming that some guy was on fire in the parking lot.
Well, that would get your attention.
Turns out the man on fire was just a distraction to help a bad guy get away from Sean Reilly, who is much more your standard thriller hero: the kind of FBI agent who doesn't let a little thing like a fresh concussion stop him from pursuing a maniac with a biological bomb. And, did I mention he just kidnapped Glen Garber's daughter?
And that turns out to be a very bad idea, for the bad guy...
Sunday, October 5, 2014
Red Eye, by Dennis Lehane and Michael Connelly
"Red Eye," by Dennis Lehane and Michael Connelly, in Face-Off, edited by David Baldacci, Simon and Schuster, 2014.
The International Thriller Writers came up with a clever idea for an anthology: pair up top writers in stories in which their characters meet each other. I'm enjoying it, so far.
My favorite at this point is the first story, in which Michael Connelly's L.A. cop Harry Bosch travels to Boston to get a DNA sample from a suspect in an old open case. He "meets cute" as they say in Hollywood, with Dennis Lehane's private eye Patrick Kenzie, who suspects the same guy is involved in a current kidnapping.
So why aren't the Boston police leading the search for the missing teenager? Kenzie explains: "She's the wrong color, the wrong caste, and there's enough plausible anecdotal shit swirling around her situation to make anyone question whether she was abducted or just walked off."
Lucky for her there are two men willing to break the rules to find her.
The International Thriller Writers came up with a clever idea for an anthology: pair up top writers in stories in which their characters meet each other. I'm enjoying it, so far.
My favorite at this point is the first story, in which Michael Connelly's L.A. cop Harry Bosch travels to Boston to get a DNA sample from a suspect in an old open case. He "meets cute" as they say in Hollywood, with Dennis Lehane's private eye Patrick Kenzie, who suspects the same guy is involved in a current kidnapping.
So why aren't the Boston police leading the search for the missing teenager? Kenzie explains: "She's the wrong color, the wrong caste, and there's enough plausible anecdotal shit swirling around her situation to make anyone question whether she was abducted or just walked off."
Lucky for her there are two men willing to break the rules to find her.
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