America - the land of opportunity, a place where economic prosperity beckons: - but not for PI Jack Taylor, who's just been refused entry.
Jack resumes his old life in Galway. But when he's called to investigate the frenzied murder of a student, he remembers an encounter with an over-friendly stranger in the airport bar. A stranger who seemed to know rather more than he should about Jack.
After several more murders and too many encounters to be coincidental, Jack believes he may have met his nemesis.
But why has he been chosen? And could he really be dealing with the Devil himself?
In Bruen's atmospheric, metaphysically tinged eighth Jack Taylor novel, the Galway PI clashes with Satan himself or so all the clues scream. Denied passage to America at the airport in Ireland, Jack decides Xanax isn't enough and hits the bar for a Jameson, where he meets the mysterious Kurt, who tells him that "evil hones in on those closest to redemption." Soon murder and suicide point to the involvement of a "Mr. K" and force Jack to revisit previous cases, including a session with a tinker fortune teller. Bruen's usual tour of Galway shows Jack finding comfort in "that vanished Ireland where people stopped in the streets, blessing themselves and said the prayer." In addition to drugs and booze, Jack starts smoking again and reflects, "The Sig was to hand. I was ready and be-jaysus, I was willing." Lots of such delicious moments for the legion of fans dot this outing for the beleaguered detective one character even suggests Jack read Sanctuary (2009), the previous novel in the series.