The Woman in the Woods, by John Connolly.
The child, five year old Daniel, lives not far from where
his mother’s body has been found, and starts receiving disturbing calls from a
scary voice on his toy telephone: it
wants him to join her in the woods because she is his mommy and she wants to
see him. And so his nightmares begin but
– as always – Mr Connolly’s legions of fans await with breathless anticipation
the arrival of Private Detective Charlie Parker, that Dark Prince of Justice in
this world and the next, (and hired by a local lawyer) to unravel the mystery.
He has many helpers along the way; his cold-blooded-killer friends Angel and
Louis for starters, though in this adventure Angel is battling cancer and his
partner Louis cannot contemplate life without him – so he blows up a fancy
pickup truck belonging to a local white supremacist (Louis is black) and, while
it made him feel better temporarily it causes huge trouble for Charlie with the
police he is meant to be assisting – not that they can prove anything, but
still. He is supposed to be on the Side
of Right, not consorting with people who blow up Confederate flag-decorated
pickup trucks.
Charlie’s life is complicated more when distressing links
are made with several killings in other States, seemingly random until his
investigations reveal that the victims were sadistically murdered because they
were part of a network helping young women and children leave violent
relationships, hiding them and passing them on to the next safe house at the
right time. It is now clear where the
Woman in the Woods came from, but who was pursuing her, and what did she have
that they wanted so badly they would leave a trail of bodies behind them to get
it?
As always, John Connolly steers the reader unerringly
through a plot complicated this time by a cast of thousands – or so it
seems; in fact there are so many minor
players in this story that I backtracked in confusion several times, having
forgotten who was who in relation to what etc. but hey! That could also mean that I shouldn’t be
reading so late at night; my
concentration becomes unreliable. Never
mind. He is still a high quality writer
and I look forward as always to the next unforgettable Charlie Parker thriller. FOUR STARS
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