3.5~4★
“ ‘Dude. Are you seriously asking us to hack into servers in hostile countries so you can catch one of our own? First off, we don’t kiss and tell. Second, we could go down for years on something like that.’”
Yep. The Monkeewrench team are part of an FBI presentation to an invited audience of hackers. Someone has been posting videos of murders being filmed in real time. After everyone’s seen the films, they are to get to work tracing the untraceable.
When our favourite Minneapolis detectives, Gino Rolseth and Leo Magozzi, are later briefed, Gino recoils in horror.
“ ‘Me and death are on a first-name basis. But, Jesus. We just watched some guy’s final nightmare minute of life —on the Web. On the goddamned Web. People are filming this sh*t. Posting it. Other people are watching it. I don’t get it. I just don’t get it.’ ”
Neither do most people. There are so many videos posted around the world that servers and platforms can’t keep up. By the time the offensive ones are removed, millions of viewers have seen them, and copycats have been encouraged.
The Monkeewrench crew are in their element, although they are as horrified as anyone. Grace McBride has so much trauma from her past that she lives in a constant state of hypervigilance, wearing high boots at all times in all weather to prevent someone from cutting her Achilles tendons so she can’t run away (don’t ask).
Even Annie, the good-natured, flamboyantly-clad member of the team who is generally pretty easy-going, is disturbed by the possibilities.
“Annie passed the photo to Grace as if it were a poisonous mushroom. ‘Real or not, this is sick. Somebody has to stop this.’ Grace nodded. ‘That would be us.’ ”
Indeed it would be this unique, self-assembled ‘family’ of five clever hackers who’ve made their fortune selling software programs. The FBI has assigned them a ‘supervisor’, one Agent John Smith, who basically moves in but doesn’t look over their shoulders (not that he’d understand what they’re doing anyway).
John adds nicely to the group dynamics, because Magozzi is smitten by Grace, who is always dressed in black, never smiles, never lets her guard down. His adoration is an open secret, and she has always given him special attention, in her way.
When John comes along, Grace is obviously a bit taken with him. He’s not too chatty, he’s unobtrusive, he’s older and calm, and he is a recreational cook, as is she. We don’t have fireworks, but there is a certain frisson.
There’s a drunken ‘retired’ judge, who adds a lot of colour, and of course there are deadlines (terribly apt term here) to try to figure out what weirdo is posting details about the murders before they even take place. How do they sift the real from the usual internet garbage?
I always enjoy visiting the area. This is not the usual winter in Minnesota and Wisconsin; it’s a heat-wave summer, and everyone is hot and slow, even the river.
“The Mississippi moved like a lady through this part of downtown, taking in the city sights, lapping at the feet of the new Guthrie on one side and the aged bricks of the old flour mills on the other.”
It’s another entertaining mystery with the crew. As usual, we have to take a lot on faith that they’re actually able to hack into servers and chat rooms and decrypt everything they find, but I’m happy to suspend any disbelief. The ending is a bit of a cliffhanger that will make me move to the next soon!
These are better read in order. As number five in the series, it’s fun. As a standalone, I don’t think new readers would like it as much as I did, nor will the ending have as much impact. Start from the beginning - they are good.