This novel is not the American writer´s debut, but the first in the Anni Koskinen series (as a couple of my brilliant readers guessed).
What I noticed first was the language:
“The grass here is brown and sparse. Broken roots reach like bony fingers through the newly dug earth and a cracked drain pipe drips rusty water. Two men unload the boxes and lower them in, nudging them close together to save space. Each box has a round brass tag nailed to one end – no names, just numbers.”
The first-person narrator is Anni Koskinen herself:
“From an early age, I had known exactly what I wanted to do with my life. I would join the police force and become a detective based at Area 4 headquarters, finding the bad guys, helping the victims. No one who died on the streets would be buried without a name or a story, not if I was working the case.”
But reality is very different, and as Anni has problems with police brutality and dishonesty, she leaves the force to become a private investigator. In this excellent mystery, she wants to help a Catholic priest in Chicago by driving a woman to Minnesota. Afterwards it turns out she has helped a fugitive escape from the police. The members of the church regard her as a saint, others believe she killed an FBI agent back in the seventies.
It is not often that I fall for a series when I read the first volume, but in this case I was sold immediately. Anni is an intelligent detective with lots of integrity – besides she struck me as a woman I would like to have as a friend. Warning: this series may be strongly addictive!
A blog friend sent her copy on to me.