Audacious, as Reed Farrel Coleman says in the introduction, for sure. Don Winslow’s prose is also muscular and meaty. He draws you in like slick carnival barker. After a few paragraphs, you need to know what’s going to happen and where the heck the story is going. While other writers are fumbling for the cars key in their pockets, Winslow is rounding the first curve at full throttle. There’s not a whiff of literary pretension (good!).
The Final Score is six stories. Regular folks in big predicaments. Regular folks, mostly, until. Some good, some not.
Take John Highland, in the title story. He’s about to be sent away to prison for a long time. He was part of a crew that pulled an armed robbery. He’s nearly sixty years old and facing a twenty-year sentence. But he’s had problems before with the judicial system and it’s possible the three strikes rule will mean he spends the rest of his life behind bars.
While he’s out on bond, there’s talk about finding the guy who drove the getaway car but who “got away by himself” and then turned government witness.
Folks, we’re still on page one. Is it worth going after the rat, LeBlanc? And here’s where Winslow hooks you hard, letting us in on Highland’s world. He has standards. He lives by the motto, “dress tight, work tight.” And he dreamed of taking his wife to Paris for their fortieth. She remained faithful through one previous hitch in prison. And, aw shucks, we think, Paris. The guy is relatable, romantic. Forty years of marriage—the guy’s got a soft spot.
But for John Highland, the situation isn’t fair.
“All his life it’s been him against the world, and for the most he’s won, maybe the most successful high-level heist guy ever to play the game. Sure, he lost a couple, did his bits like a man, but for the most part he scored the big money and walked away with it.”
But Highland feels beaten. And if he’s going down, why not pull off one last job? Why not see if can score enough dough to set up his wife so she’s comfortable for the rest of his life? There’s this one possible heist. Well, maybe possible and also maybe impossible for many reasons. The risks are many. Winslow squeezes the action down to its essence in a few taut pages.
In “The Sunday List” we pick up Nick McKenna in Rhode Island in 1970 in a story that involves Sunday liquor laws, a store with a way to keep its customers happy seven days a week, and dreams of a better future, of breaking away. Bad luck and good luck live side by side. Pompous tourists may have a soft side, underneath all that bluster. Some dreams take time to reveal themselves.
“The North Wing” starts out with a knockout first line: “The night Chrissy Pritchett kills Sara Gaines isn’t that much different from a lot of other nights.” This is a sprawling, beefy story. It’s about the drunk driving car accident that leads to Sara’s death. It’s about a cop, Doug Pritchett, and the choices he will confront to protect his family. Doug’s sibling is Chrissy and Chrissy, by the way, is a dude. That name is key. Doug was the one who always seemed to look out for Chrissy because “the kid just couldn’t seem to catch a break.” Doug goes to extreme length to make sure Chrissy will be protected in prison, in a place the mob controls called The North Wing. Because the other choices are that Chrissy kills himself or flees to Canada. Doug does everything he can and it’s all going pretty well, until, oops. Winslow twists the knife. Wham-o.
For sheer entertainment, “True Story” might be my favorite among the six. Its 100 percent dialogue among a couple of mob guys sitting around a diner telling stories over breakfast. Nicknames, banter, one story impacted in the next like a series of Russian dolls. You can practically feel the spittle flying. (Shoutout to audiobook narrator Peter Giles, who shows quite a range moving these stories.) Genius idea, very funny. This would make a great short play.
“The Lunch Break” didn’t quite pack a punch like the others, but it’s a solid story and all good tales are love stories in the end. Right?
But the closing entry, “Collision,” is epic. It’s a rollercoaster ride for Brad McAllister and his wife, Rachel. A hotel executive on his way up the corporate ladder, the promised land of wealth and prestige are literally waiting for him the very next day, and there’s this one moment where Brad’s buttons are pushed and everything, in a flash, goes upside down. More than once for Brad, all hope is lost. Bleak piles on bleak. Just when you think you might be in the clear, well, favors aren’t necessarily confined by prison walls.
Winslow makes it look easy. The stories in “The Final Score” are catchy, irresistible, and a whole lot of fun.