There are around 40 murders per day in the United States. It's not often that they are related. On a cold night in the suburbs of Philadelphia, an attorney returns home from a long day at work only to be gunned down getting out of his car. Two hours later and 20 miles away in southern New Jersey, a truck driver is shot while making a late night delivery. When the sun rises the next morning, many more unexplained homicides plague the Tri-State area.
With no connections between the crimes, at first they are assumed to be unrelated.
New Jersey State Detective Brendan Cutter, joins local Detective Vicky Glass to investigate one of the murders. When Cutter discovers that his case may be linked to many others, his theory on who is behind the killings terrifies him. But before they can produce a suspect, another body is found. Then another...then another....
This was a pretty good story. I can’t say “mystery” because you knew who the killers were right from the beginning, from the very first page. What was a mystery was WHY they were killing all these people and WHY this really wealthy man was paying them to kill. It was just fascinating to watch Cutter and Glass figure it out. And when it was figured out you just sit there and say “OMG!” And when the end of the book comes you can only manage an “alrighty then.” I enjoyed this book, even with the narrator trying to ruin it for me.
As with almost all male authors, and they should stop doing this, they become toooo boring when something is being “said.” Because that’s about all they can think of. In this 256 page book Chris Blewitt used the word “said” 595 times. You might want to try a thesaurus in your next book Mr. Blewitt, to find more words that replace "said."
There was a little swearing and the F-bomb was used 5 times. There was no sex or desire whatsoever.
As to the narrator: OK, when you’re sitting in a coffee shop talking about people you’re going to kill the chances of you yelling about it are slim to none! Bob Dunsworth is not the worst narrator I’ve ever listened to but he’s close. He read without emotions.