In case you wonder what the *** mean in my reviews, there’s
a key on the book reviews page. They’re a good guide to how much I liked a book—since
my reviews leave open the possibility a read I found meh might suit someone
****The Dead Don’t Sleep
By Steven Max Russo—It has taken five decades for the long arm of retribution to
reach halfway around the world and tap the shoulder of Frank Thompson. Today, Frank
is a recent widower living in rural Maine, and he doesn’t talk about Vietnam,
but the buddies of the American he shot there so many years ago have found him.
The three men are full of plans for tracking him down, and for
the massive, highly illegal firepower needed for this mission, one fueled with
alcohol, marijuana, and cocaine. They’re all about Frank’s age, nearly 70, which
is a stretch. I can imagine guys in their twenties and even thirties talking
themselves into such a crazy plan. Yet the author makes clear the years haven’t
added to these guys’ store of common sense or muted their violent tendencies.
From his home in New Jersey, Frank’s nephew Bill knows about
the danger and wants to help. He has zero experience with the kinds of
situations Frank has seen, and his indecision alone is enough to tell you he’d be
a liability in any kind of showdown. “Stay home!” I kept telling Bill
telepathically. He doesn’t listen.
This is Steven Max Russo’s second thriller. He’s an
advertising executive and lives in New Jersey, which accounts for his solid
descriptions of life here in the Garden State.
*****The Wild One
By Nick Petrie – This is Nick Petrie’s fifth thriller featuring PTSD-afflicted
Iraq and Afghanistan war veteran Peter Ash, and it retains all the energy of his
earlier works. Ash’s old war-buddy seeks his help in locating an eight-year-old
boy, who disappeared a year earlier from his Washington, DC, home, after
witnessing his mother’s murder. The kidnapper is most likely the boy’s own father,
the presumed killer, and he’s most hiding out with his tight-knit family in remote
The mother, Sarah, ran a
computer security business. On a client’s servers, she discovered career-ending
evidence of criminality among Washington’s political class. She sets up a mirror
server with an unbreakably long encryption key preserved in only one form, in
the photographic memory of her son Óskar. The bad guys want it.
Ash has plenty of antagonists, aside from his internal demons. There’s the mysterious crew following him: do they want him to find Eric and Óskar? Or not? There is Erik’s paranoid extended family, not averse to ensuring their privacy with violence. There is the head of the Icelandic Hjálmar, relentless in trying to bring Peter in. But perhaps his greatest adversary is Iceland’s brutal, dead-of-winter weather. A more apt metaphor would be difficult to find. So, throw on a couple of sweaters, make yourself a cup of something hot, and settle in for a wild ride.
If there’s anything to object to in Petrie’s work, it’s a tendency to reach a little too far in the closing pages. In this book, a final act of violence puzzled me, because it came out of the blue. But that wasn’t enough to negate everything solid that had gone before. Do note that Ash is now a wanted man and has no passport or I.D. It will be interesting to see how he gets back to Oregon. I’m hoping Petrie plans to tell me.
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