american crime fiction
LET THE TRUTH be told. I didn’t read the book. But I was deeply entertained with the fine narration by Richard Ferrone. Richie’s voice came through my truck speakers, via a library loan of the book on MP3. I highly recommend an audio book over news stations and most music.
Face it, you don’t need to hear the news. You don’t want to hear the news. It is so often mindless content, inflicted by media conglomerates in greedy desire to suffer upon you countless product advertisements for which you have no interest.
The story (yes, we are now back to literary discussions) is a neat tale of a loafer computer dude working at a bank, who discovers a narco criminale’s bank account. Humm. Easy pickings! Back door, multiple wire transfers, buy lots of gold. Scram! Easy! Done! Not!
Then comes the DEA, the Mexican Federales, the Minnesota Bureau of Criminal Investigation, 22 million in gold, the narcos, and of course, Lucas Davenport. John Sandford writes an exceptionally successful and hugely popular series (judging by the number of his books at the library!) featuring Lucas Davenport, an agent for the Minnesota Bureau of Criminal Investigation. Lucas has BUCK$, wears Italian loafers, and drives a Porsche. Clearly, your typical law enforcement officer.
What I liked about the story was that it was simple enough to be believable, but had enough twists to keep me guessing. The story line was never lost or disjointed, which is great when listening a few minutes at a time. The bad guys got their just deserts (some of them) and the deserving got theirs. Most importantly, the humor is supreme. So are both storytellers.