In The Good Cop, Brad Parks is back with all the humor, charm, and human insight his readers have come to expect, and more.
As long as Newark Eagle-Examiner reporter Carter Ross turns in his stories on deadline, no one bats an eye if he doesn't wander into the newsroom until 10 or 11 in the morning. So it's an unpleasant surprise when he's awakened at 8:38 a.m. by a phone call from his boss, telling him a local policeman was killed and to get the story. Shaking himself awake, Carter heads off to interview the cop's widow. And then he gets another call: the story's off, the cop committed suicide.
But Carter can't understand why a man with a job he loved, a beautiful wife, and plans to take his adorable children to Disney World would suddenly kill himself. And when Carter's attempts to learn more are repeatedly blocked, it's clear someone knows more than he's saying about the cop's death. The question is, who? And what does he have to hide? Carter, with his usual single-minded devotion to a good story—and to the memory of a Newark policeman—will do whatever it takes to uncover the truth.
In a world where Satanism is more risible than terrifying, these three horror novels may leave many wondering why Wheatley (1897 1977) is regarded as a leading figure in 20th-century supernatural writing. "The Devil Rides Out" (1934) opens well; a French exile, the Duke de Richleau, and a brash American, Rex Van Ryn, are surprised when their old compatriot Simon Aron misses a reunion dinner at the duke's London flat. When they seek him out, the pair find him under the influence of a Satanist (a character based on Aleister Crowley). De Richleau and Van Ryn must not only rescue their friend but fight off the Angel of Death himself. The prose is often florid ("Suddenly, at last, the horrid silence was rent") and the characters too insubstantial to engage readers. Those failings are also abundantly in evidence in "To the Devil a Daughter" (1953) and "Gateway to Hell" (1970). Wheatley's work is dated, still sometimes suspenseful but often verging on silly, and no longer chill-inducing.
Great read from Parks. I wish he wrote a book every month, but I guess that is too much to ask. Six months?
Not a huge reader but this is the best book I have read so far.