The investigation will be a formality, a duty that veteran Homicide detective Sam Kovac isn't looking forward to. Was it suicide? Or a kinky act turned tragic accident? Either way, his death wasn't a crime. In front of it hung the body of Andy Fallon, a Minneapolis Internal Affairs cop.
The single word was written on the mirror. It is the story of two hard-boiled cops who dare to cross the thin and dangerous line that separates good and evil as they risk their lives to investigate the suspicious death of one of their own. New York Times bestseller Tami Hoag is at the top of her form in her newest thriller, blending unforgettable characters, breakneck suspense, and chilling twists. Readers will look forward to another Kovac and Liska adventure.
Hoag is a writer very much in command of her craft: the pacing excels, the characters are complex and interesting, and the details well worked out. Then Sam and Nikki open another closed case, this one almost two decades old, and find the connections that threaten to unravel past crimes and future promises. When Iron Mike apparently kills himself too, you can almost feel its needle vibrate.
It reeks of failure to me, but maybe I have unrealistic standards." But Sam's droll sense of humor is matched by his deeply ingrained crap detector. "The twice-divorced, smoking, drinking workaholic," Sam agrees. The tragic hero," he's told by Amanda Savard, the strong-but-vulnerable Internal Affairs lieutenant whose determination to keep the Fallon case closed foreshadows her personal history. Sam is a familiar type in this genre, and his self-awareness is almost painful at times. That's the gossip, but Sam feels he owes it to Mike to investigate. Or maybe it was because a lover dumped him, or even (snicker, snicker) a perverted sexual practice gone wrong. Internal Affairs investigator Andy Fallon is a suicide-or is he? The word around the department is that Andy, son of Iron Mike Fallon, an old hero of Sam's, killed himself because Mike turned his back on him when Andy told him he was gay. Minneapolis has more than its share of interesting cops (Lucas Davenport of the John Sandford thrillers, for one), and Tami Hoag's homicide dicks, Sam Kovac and Nikki Liska, join the club in this thoughtful and surprisingly moving novel of dirty cops and cover-ups.
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