After reading the last four of Siegel's seven legal thrillers with San Francisco former husband-and-wife team Mike Daley and Rosie Fernandez, I approached this one - set in Siegel's native Chicago - with a bit of apprehension. Now that I've finished it, I won't say the apprehension was justified, but I will say it doesn't quite reach the level of the books in the other series. This one is good, but not that good.
The book features David Gold, a product of the tough neighborhood of South Chicago and a highly decorated Chicago detective. He gets a new partner, Detective A.C. Battle, who was born in Mississippi but grew up in a different part of the Windy City. Gold lost his original long-time partner in the process of capturing a Muslim graduate student who intended to bomb the Chicago Art Institute. Now, Gold and Battle find themselves in the middle of another bombing - this one detonated across the street from the Art Institute where Gold is being awarded a Medal of Valor for his part in the apprehension.
And that's just for openers. In short order, bombs go off in other high-profile places all over town, followed by cell phone messages demanding that the grad student, who is to go on trial soon, be released from jail and the charges dropped. They're "signed" by the Islamic Freedom Federation, but no one - from the Chicago police to the FBI to Homeland Security, has ever heard of the organization, nor can they trace the origin of the calls. The evidence keeps pointing to someone from a local mosque who's hell bent on terror, but Gold suspects something (or someone) else is afoot.
It's a well-thought-out story, but a few things bugged me a bit. In between the action of bombings and the rush to find a killer who seems almost impossible to stop, for instance, is a lot of neighborhood history. While it's interesting, there's so much of it that parts of the book read more like a memoir and detracted from the thrill of the chase.
But wait, there's more. As Gold and his squeeze Laura Silver (who will be the prosecutor in the grad student's trial) are, or so it reads, sitting at opposite ends of a sofa, he "put a finger to her lips." Wow, he must have much longer reach than most folks I know or that's a really short sofa (but then again, maybe that's one of the reasons he was a boxer).
And, at one point after a couple of bombs have gone off, one law enforcement officer is quoted as saying, "Three dead, eight injured. This is a disaster." Well, duh.
The one that really got me, though, was near the end when, in the heat of a climactic battle, every single time Silver is mentioned it is preceded by her job title. These are my words, but you get the point:
"Do we dare hope Assistant State's Attorney Silver is still alive?"
"Don't be too quick to shoot - we don't want to hit Assistant State's Attorney Silver."
"Somebody grab a blanket for Assistant State's Attorney Silver."
Um, I don't think so. The seconds are ticking away toward a grand finale - I seriously doubt anyone would waste them on such formalities.
But as I said at the beginning, on the whole this is a decent book that's worth reading. Main characters Gold and Battle need a bit more fleshing out, but they're interesting enough that I'll be on the lookout for their next go-'round. Bring it on!