Lying in Wait
A J.P. Beaumont Novel
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4,4 • Оценок: 148
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- 8,99 $
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- 8,99 $
От издателя
An electrifying story of vengeance and the sins of a nightmarish past featuring Seattle detective J.P. Beaumont.
The sky above Puget Sound blazes orange, as a burning fishing boat fills the air with acrid smoke . . . and the sickening odor of charred flesh. The terrible death of a Seattle fisherman has raised more questions than answers, opening a Pandora’s Box of evil that was kept tightly closed for more than half a century. Now a dark cloud is descending over the dead man’s frightened widow, and she must turn for help to an old friend, Detective J.P. Beaumont, the one man who can free her from a web of murderous greed and oppressive terror. But the secrets that hold Else Didricksen prisoner are about to ensnare Beaumont as well . . . in ways he never dreamed possible.
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Like, but don’t like
Never being sure of the actual time period in which these stories take place, the references to today’s technology is very confusing, and therefore, becomes annoying. Rushing to use pay phones when cell phones are obviously available?! What gives with that? Beaumont’s Luddite traits are also annoying. And, does Washington state have no smoking laws or not? No smoking allowed in the work place, as stated in this book, and yet people light up in bars and restaurants. And the pejorative remarks about certain held view points are rude and unnecessary. At the end of this book if Beaumont got that sick and developed pneumonia, what about Sue, or is she just chopped liver? It’s interesting how you will state and even repeat the most obvious things, but leave other things obscure with little to no explanation. I have to wonder how many readers picked up on the burned and mutilated female body at the beginning of the book turns out to be the Smith woman? I get why she was done away with, but why did Hans kill his own son, and in that horrific way?
And, I’m left to assume it was Hans who did it. Either there are times when loose threads could have been tied up better in these books, or maybe I just missed the subtle clues.