The case in this one starts off with a dead woman--raped, murdered, and bloody from having been whipped with barbed wire. Soon, the killer repeats the process with a man, and kills the man's young son when it seems like the boy might interrupt his fun. And that's just the beginning of one of the bloodiest Prey novels yet. You can see why this is the case that has Sloan talking about hanging up his spurs for good.
Between the grisly murders and the extraordinarily high body count, this is a dark and often grim novel, but Sandford leavens all that with terrific pacing, a twisty and satisfying plot, and, best of all, an ongoing bit about Lucas struggling to compile a list of the hundred best songs of the rock era. (Weather has given him an iPod and a $100 gift card, which Lucas has taken as a personal challenge to buy and load up only the best, and everybody's got an opinion on what he should include. This eventually leads to a terrific and unexpected payoff that feels like something Donald Westlake could have written. And the included playlist reminded me to add a lot of stuff to Spotify.)
While Sandford usually gives the reader the killer's POV--and identity--early on, here he delays that, keeping the confirmation in the shadows for most of the novel, and it works. Lucas and his team are given a strong suspect in Charlie Pope, whose DNA is found at one of the crime scenes. Pope was once convicted of rape and assault, and that was just the tip of the iceberg. He's out on parole, miserable and itchy and maybe coming apart a little at the seams ... and maybe spun up by "the Big Three," three particularly sadistic and grandiose inmates at the psychiatric hospital where Pope served out his sentence. (One of them likes to fling his own semen at people, and I'm going to take this as a nod to Silence of the Lambs's Miggs.) The Big Three, who might be the real string-pullers behind all the killings, make for a terrifically creepy and unsettling villain presence even as their pawn out in the world remains hidden. Even Lucas is shaken by them, and he's not a man who's easily disturbed.
There are some particularly good twists in this plot--and one of the best reveals of the series, via an ordinary phone call--and also some great political maneuvering as Lucas tries frantically to conceal and then spin an investigative fuck-up. Lucas's adeptness at using the media was a big part of the novels early on, and it's nice to see that return here as he establishes a relationship and testy rapport with Ruffe Ignace, an ambitious local reporter. Basically, while this could be just another novel of an unusually over-the-top serial killer, Sandford constructs the story so well that it overcomes the cliches to be a very good, very gripping installment in the series, and one with a really bravura, cinematic action sequence of an ending that's going to stick in my memory. Propulsive fun, as always.