On June 22, 2018, Newsweek ran a story that started with this sentence: “Two more political candidates have been slain in a bloody campaign in Mexico where running for office can be a death sentence.” Read the article and you learn that candidates for local offices, and in some instances individuals who have not yet registered as candidates are being gunned down in the street by drug cartels. These are public executions. Candidates are not being poisoned or strangled in their living rooms, out of sight. Between September 2017 and June 22, 121 politicians have been murdered and there have been 400 attacks against politicians, a record for Mexico. I’d like to believe that’s a record for any country, but perhaps not.
For cartels to have stability in their revenue stream, they need cops, mayors and soldiers they can count on. We call it corruption. They call it business.
This is the world Martin Solares describes in vivid detail. In the northern Gulf region, three cartels are battling it out: Los Nuevos, Los Viejos and La Cuarenta. They operate with impunity because arresting them is pointless in a region where they will be released and never tried. No sane cop would risk his life and his family on a pyrrhic gesture. Citizens stay in their homes after dark because going to a restaurant is an unnecessary risk. Nurses and doctors may vacate the emergency room if a gang member arrives, in order to avoid being caught in the cross-fire if a rival gang member arrives to take out a competitor and creates collateral damage. When a wealthy man’s daughter is kidnapped and, after several days, no ransom demand is received, he contacts retired cop and current police-target, Carlos Trevino, and hires him to find her and negotiate her return. You can imagine why dad doesn’t call his local police station.
The first third of Don’t Send Flowers is Trevino’s search for the daughter. It is one close call, assault, daring checkpoint encounter, check-in with dad and follow-up on sketchy leads after another. Relentless tension is the best way to describe it. Just when you think the story is close to ending, the focus of the novel shifts to chief of police, Margarito Gonzalez, Trevino’s former boss and sworn enemy. Solares takes the reader back to Gonzalez’ earlier days and it takes very little time to understand how he ended up making the choices he made, because his choices were inevitably death versus the offer he couldn’t refuse. Not that he is conflicted about his corruption. He isn’t. Things are the way they are. He’s unwilling to be screwed out of what’s his, as he nears the end of his career.
Solares doesn’t spare his readers any ugliness. This novel travels a familiar path for fans of Don Winslow, but it is far more accessible than Winslow’s novels, and Solares' style is entirely different. There’s a never-ending supply of blood, sweat, bodies, wounds, pain, intimidation, double-crosses, desperation and intensity, and Trevino and Margarito are fully realized characters who behave authentically and don’t waste words or time. Don’t Send Flowers is fine during the Trevino part, but it begins to soar when Margarito takes center stage. Perhaps because there are (isolated, occasional) moments when you can take a breath and not fear a fatal shot being fired. Perhaps because complex, corrupt characters are inevitably more intriguing to read about than straight arrows. Perhaps because there’s no other character quite like Margarito, that I can recall.
And the ending is spectacular.
Mystery fans be warned: Don’t Send Flowers is not likely to satisfy you, because focusing on the how, who and why of the missing daughter is an exercise in frustration. This novel is for suspense/crime readers, and those who especially enjoy a novel that tees up two smart, strong, complex characters, each of whom wants to see the other gone, but only one of whom is committed to that outcome. Bringing an interest in Mexico and/or its drug cartels to the party isn’t essential. Solares ensures that, by the time you finish, you’ll be interested in both Mexico and its drug cartels for a long, long time to come.
Thanks to Edelweiss+ and Grove Press for providing a review e-copy.