Fun pulpy thriller from Hutson, but one that took quite some time getting into the groove if you will. This starts with a bang, with a guy robbing a bank, shooting people left and right, and then suiciding with the cops in hot pursuit. WTF? The guy is burned almost to ash, so identifying him becomes rather difficult. The main protagonist, DI Frank Gregson, investigates the case but comes up with zero.
After the explosive start, Captives becomes rather disjointed, with numerous flashbacks to some mental hospital. Obviously, the two story arcs come together sometime, but it definitely takes some time. Meanwhile, we follow the exploits of Gregson on the case, and he is truly one major asshat, verbally abusing his wife right and left, keeping his partner out of the loop, etc. What is going on with Gregson?
Another related storyline concerns a 'clip joint', e.g., a nudie bar where women fondle each other on a bed in the center of the place while johns sit around in chairs watching. Lovely. Hutson takes us on a sleazy dive into London's sex parlors here and the organized 'gangs' that control it. Again, how does this relate to the tale? The focus here is on a guy who runs the clip joint, who is in love with one of the 'strippers' but she only has eyes for his boss, another sleazy underground figure.
Overall, a fun read, with lots of trashy sex and blood as you would expect from Hutson, but a rather puzzling one. This read more like a police procedural than Hutson's typical outré and macabre horror tales but the style remains the same. 2.5 trashy stars, rounding up for the twisty denouement.