Stephen King just keeps getting better. Less gore and more characterization in every book. His words and structure are pure poetry here. I loved the nods to John D. McDonald, particularly the shambling side-kick who steals the show from the main character. I will never forget Wireman.
The plot of this book is decent, but something just rings false about the characters. Their decisions and actions, such as an FBI agent being withholding information to allow a civilian to be the first to an active crime scene, are weird and poorly motivated, even within context. All of this is exacerbated by narration that is consistently strident. Every charter is responds to every situation with querulous intensity, and you end up simply getting tired of all the hissing and snapping. This was just not a pleasant book to listen to.
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