Follows the Jeffrey Deaver blueprint to a T:
1) The good guys acquire trace evidence from assorted crime scenes and compile a list of random, unconnected substances: "Okay guys, we have crude oil, vanilla extract, sand, and KY jelly. What could it mean??"
2) The bad guys plot to kill the good guys horribly because targeting a team of cops and FBI agents seems like a good idea. The good guys survive by being awesome.
3) Nineteen plot twists of the Bruce-Willis-was-a-ghost-all-along variety.
4) Lincoln saves the day, smugly explaining to the reader how the disparate substances led him right to the killers' doors: "The crude oil told me he was going to blow up an oil refinery, the vanilla proves that he likes to cook, the sand is from Nassau RIGHT WHERE THE PRETTY COED WAS MURDERED, and the lube implicates that innocent-seeming executive that we met briefly on page 16. God I'm good."
I need to stop reading open-ended series. I'm getting jaded.
She descends into a Lewis Carroll-esque Mississippi bayou to find the missing girl. The bayou is populated with monsters and godlike beings, personifications of concepts and artifacts from the Jim Crow era. There's a sheet-headed creature named Nathan, which I assume is a reference to the Civil War general who founded the KKK. The evil but unseen Bossman's son is a smiling giant named Cotton-Eyed Joe who swallows people whole. There's a heroic dog named Woodrow, a second sheet-headed fiend called Jefferson, a murder of Jim Crows, and a murderous creature called a golliwog which looks like a cross between a racist old-fashioned black caricature and Gollum. I wish I understood more of the references...was Woodrow Wilson an equal-rights activist? Who does Jefferson refer to, the former president? I have some googling to do.
Bayou is beautiful, colorful, expressive. Just gorgeously drawn. A powerful contrast to the horrors of the plot and setting.
David Wellington has written a romance novel masquerading as an action thriller. The hero spends most of the book distractedly mooning over the requisite beautiful scientist who starts tagging along in Act One--one of many unlikely plot points that Wellington does a piss poor job of justifying. Chapel just respects her strength and passion SO MUCH, could it be--dare he think it--true love? He's a firm believer in secrecy and national security but gosh darn it she just DESERVES to be told every high-level secret that he can think of because it's MORALLY RIGHT. Ugh.
Internal logic flies out the window over and over again. An example: a psychotic superkiller gleefully and easily takes down entire Seal teams, in public, kills every challenger and enjoys doing so; but when our one-armed hero confronts said superkiller alone in an empty house--affording him plenty of privacy for violence and butchery--he conveniently knocks Chapel down and runs away? This kind of thing keeps happening.
Wellington clumsily attempts a series of shocking twists à la Jeffrey Deaver or Lincoln Child. He is not good at it. I look forward to not reading the next installment.
What's annoying is that the book discusses why the good wolves of the tri-city pack can't take on the local vampire seethe for unfortunate but practical reasons; then twenty pages later they go to certain doom against a volcano god that they know for a fact can't be killed or stopped simply because "he's killing innocents". Practicality be damned, it's the "right thing to do". Holy contrived, Batman!
However. Briggs puts her canned plot in a funny wrapper in which her husband's ex comes to the pack for protection from a stalker and subtly, skillfully tries to turn the group against Mercy. She's easy to read (I finished in four days what usually takes about two weeks) without feeling too YA.
I find myself enjoying this series over and over in spite of the predictability, the slightly-too-much romanciness, and the convenient-to-the-plotline coincidences.
There were a couple feeble attempts at plot depth. The protagonist is paraplegic solely, it would appear, so that the author can briefly wave his social conscience flag--it's not his back that's broken, it's the world! And the suit contains the mind of an alien rebel who uses Talibanish tactics against an alien pursuer; I think the reader's mind is supposed to be blown at the moral relativism.
Stupid, predictable book. I want my half hour back.