It is a P. I. detective mystery, a thriller, not too dark, or maybe I have become so inured to blood, guts, mayhem, and terrorism in Real Life, that reading about it doesn’t have the impact it once did. Jake Abraham is a child of the 80s, brought up by Jim Rockford, Thomas Magnum and three beautiful girls who worked for a man named Charlie. He’s loving his new job as a Private Investigator and already has his first client – a disgraced former police captain whose daughter has disappeared.
OK, so by the plot description we can see he is a rookie, and this is actually his very first case.
The call came on Sunday. I picked it up on the third ring and said, for the first time, “Abraham and Associates, Jake Abraham speaking.” I’d never actually spoken to a client before. I wondered if there was anything special I should say next.
Well, the police captain’s daughter turns up dead, and off we go in search of the killer. There upon continues a series of murders, each one containing a dead person with a distinctive cut on the bottom of the foot, but nothing else to connect the random assortment of victims.
Good plotting, good ending, nice pacing. Everything you want in a thriller-type mystery. I liked it.
The author is British, and the book is set in the USA, and only a few Britishisms escaped the proofreader, giving it away. But I am easy-going. I am more into Is It Spelled Correctly and Have You Used The Wrong Word, so I found it enjoyable.