Murder mysteries typically climax with the apprehension of the murderer, or murderers; but at the conclusion of the 10th Prey series novel, one of the two culprits, Clara Rinker (who's been a professional hired killer ever since she was 16), made a clean getaway. When I finished that book, I was sure that readers hadn't seen the last of her. Sure enough, three years later, this installment picks up her story; and I knew it was a story I couldn't leave hanging.
The Goodreads book description gives a good basic sketch of the premise here (except that I have no clue where the reference to the DEA came from --that agency doesn't figure in the book). It should be stated at the outset that this book has much the same flaws as its predecessor. The bad language issue is as off-putting as ever (Sandford's illicit love affair with the f-word, in particular, shows no sign of cooling). While the characterizations of the secondary characters are sometimes, I think, a bit sharper here, most of them again are not likable. Series sleuth Davenport is even more unlikeable here than before; his abrasive, cocky, arrogant, "rules-don't-apply-to-me" personality and his fondness for physical intimidation is clearly meant to give him an edgy, "bad-boy" appeal, but for me just manages to make him annoying. Compared to most traditional fictional detectives, moreover, he's not in the top league; he's willing to slog through a lot of leg work, and both books make reference to his uncanny luck, but having case solutions fall into his lap through luck and intuition is a cheap literary substitute for close observation (though here he admittedly does pick up on a couple of crucial details at one key point) and reasoned deduction. (The Prey series isn't pure noir, but has enough similarity to it that I could recommend it to noir fans; he reminds me more of fictional detectives in that tradition, like Sam Spade --though in fairness to Spade, I can't imagine the latter freaking out like Davenport does at one place here.) That the FBI would bring him in to consult on this case at all is also a stretch; apart from luck, he was hardly that effective against Clara in the earlier book. (There, the idea that they would cooperate with the Minneapolis police was quite plausible; but here, though the main setting is St. Louis, there's apparently no attempt at all to cooperate with the local police there --which isn't so plausible.) Sandford milks a supposed contrast between the allegedly street-smart local cop culture and the putatively effete, overly technology-reliant FBI mentality for all it's worth, but I have my doubts about the realism of either end of that portrayal, as well. And readers who try to pattern their attitudes towards sex and women after most of the male characters here will probably wind up wanting to sue their role models for malpractice.
However, the strengths of the earlier book are here in spades, too. The foremost one, again, is the portrayal of Clara, who's one of the more complex, nuanced, vital and fascinating characters you'll ever meet in the pages of fiction. She was already well-drawn in Certain Prey, which brought to life both her prominent ruthless/callous streak and her off-the-job "regular gal" side. (That book also vividly sketched her formative years, which were genuinely hellish --though if she'd had better moral fiber to start with, being the repeated victim of brutal violence herself would have given her a more compassionate perspective toward other suggested victims.) Here, though, Sandford deepens his portrayal exponentially, digging down to reveal the gentler and kinder side she doesn't usually display. That broader picture helps to reinterpret some aspects of the first book, so that I'd be inclined to slightly modify my assessment of her from the review of that one. A more accurate formulation might be that the evil side of her nature is pretty strong, and used to dominating; her conscience not so much seared as weak and undeveloped (but not always impotent); and her capacity for empathy with her fellow humans usually quiescent, unless somebody evokes it. While she's no sadist, and isn't incapable of sparing people's lives if she doesn't believe killing is necessary, she also has no qualms at all about taking innocent life as part of her job, or if her survival depends on it (for her, being captured would mean death, since she'd certainly be executed), and she can be highly vengeful. (She does, though, draw some lines even she won't cross, and while she may threaten, for intimidation purposes, more than she'll actually do, her bark is sometimes worse than her bite --even though her bite can be nasty.) At the same time, she's a loyal friend you could literally trust with your life, a caring sister to her weak-minded little brother, and capable of genuine kindness and even love. Sandford shows us both the best and the worst sides of her nature here; it's not wise to forget the latter for a minute --but not fair to forget the former, either.
Much more than in Certain Prey, the author raises profound ethical questions here, which are compounded of black and white that do represent absolute polarities, but which in the real world intermix in all sorts of challenging shades of gray. They're not posed explicitly; they just arise naturally out of the situations, and they don't come across as set up to cynically discredit the idea of absolutes (as they would be in the noir tradition), but rather as serious questions that seek to apply absolutes in a fallen world. (And trying to do that in the context of practical situations --real-life or fictional-- is more apt to be illuminating than meditating on detached abstract principles.) The plotting also surpasses even the high standard of the earlier book --successive developments are again completely unexpected but logical, and the familiar frequent taut tension and suspense is there; but in about the last fifth of the book it becomes nearly unbearable, and the successive surprises literally throw your emotions and expectations around as if you were on a carnival thrill ride. The climax packed an unexpected emotional wallop that blew me out of the water. It was hard to apply a star rating, but I thought the superior quality of this second novel of the pair deserved four. Given my usual preference for happy, upbeat reads, though, that can be misleading, as is the listing of both this book and Certain Prey on the Favorite Comfort Reads list (!). This is a grim, gritty, violent read, with a high body count; not everyone who dies here deserves to, and a couple of people are gruesomely tortured to death (not by Clara --in fairness to her, that isn't her style), though their suffering isn't directly described. Adjectives like comforting, happy and upbeat don't apply here. But the adjectives riveting, thought-provoking, evocative, and powerful are most definitely appropriate!