Short-listed for the 2011 Arthur Ellis Award for Best Crime Novel
Some bullets take years to find their mark… Former Toronto Detective Charlie McKelvey is puttering through the first year of his forced retirement. His tedious life is torn wide open when a friend enlists his help in locating a recent Bosnian immigrant who has simply disappeared without a trace. Her teacher and recent lover, Tim Fielding, suspects foul play. At first hesitant, McKelvey is quickly drawn into the case as the bodies and clues pile up. When the body of an unidentified woman turns up in Fieldings apartmentand Fielding is nowhere to be foundMcKelvey finds himself a prime suspect in an increasingly obscure murder investigation.
C.B. Forrest is a Canadian mystery writer, general fiction writer and poet. C. B. Forrest began his career in Journalism and now works in Communications and Marketing. In 1998, he studied under the author and poet B.W. Powe as a student of the Humber School for Writers. He lives in Ottawa with his wife and daughter.
Of the three books in this series, this is my favourite. The depth of characters was well done, especially the internal reflections and viewpoints of the protagonist. The travelogue exposition in the other books was less, which made the story flow effortlessly. Great pacing and description. I hope that there are more books to come from Mr. Forrest.
I'm putting it out there. Maybe it's the wine talking, Friday night, and my brain is burnt out from writing all day ... but I checked out CB Forrest's follow up to the incredible Weight of Stones ... and here goes: 1)this man can write. 2) 99.9% of the time I don't read this genre because no one knows how to do it right. Forrest does. 3) I have a low boredom threshold. Forrest does not bore me. 4) I'm such a picky reader, I can't even be bothered to review sometimes because my own negativity gets me down. Thrilled! to give 5 stars to a truly edible, satisfying read. Crime fiction at its best. The cover does Charlie McKelvey no favours giving truth to the adage "Don't judge a book by its cover." Why is this book languishing in the rankings? My father-in-law tells me he has nothing to read and shows me his Patterson/Grisham library. Yeah, well, that's like saying I have nothing to eat and showing me the empty box of doughnuts. Sheesh.