The stellar new novel in Robert B. Parker's New York Times bestselling series featuring Paradise police chief Jesse Stone.
Jesse Stone, still reeling from the murder of his fiancée by crazed assassin Mr. Peepers, must keep his emotions in check long enough to get through the wedding day of his loyal protégé, Suitcase Simpson. The morning of the wedding, Jesse learns that a gala 75th birthday party is to be held for folk singer Terry Jester. Jester, once the equal of Bob Dylan, has spent the last forty years in seclusion after the mysterious disappearance of the master recording tape of his magnum opus, The Hangman's Sonnet.
That same morning, an elderly Paradise woman dies while her house is being ransacked. What are the thieves looking for? And what's the connection to Terry Jester and the mysterious missing tape? Jesse's investigation is hampered by hostile politicians and a growing trail of blood and bodies, forcing him to solicit the help of mobster Vinnie Morris and a certain Boston area PI named Spenser. While the town fathers pressure him to avoid a PR nightmare, Jesse must connect the cases before the bodies pile up further.
The Hangmans Sonnet
Not enough of the great Parker dialogue.
Ace Atkins is no Robert B. Parker, but at least he has a clue and isn't a terrible writer.
Where did they come up with Reed Farrel Coleman? The guy can barely string a sentence together, has no clue how to develop a plot, gets bogged down in nonsense and is completely ignorant of the Jesse Stone character. Nary a sentence goes by, without mentioning Jesse's previous life as an alcoholic. Jeez Reed, we all know that already.
Please, don't waste your time and money, by downloading this book. You'll only be disappointed by Coleman's attempt at being an author ... it was an abject failure.
Good poetry. The story...not so much.