Showing posts with label Jeffery Deaver. Show all posts
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Monday, 21 May 2018

The Burial Hour by Jeffery Deaver

The Burial Hour by Jeffery Deaver

Review of the novel The Burial Hour by Jeffery Deaver
Published by Hodder & Stoughton in April 2017
Cost: £7.99 (UK Paperback)
ISBN: 978-1-473-61864-0 (Paperback Edition - 476 pages - starts on page 3 – small font)
Dedication: To the memory of my friend Giorgio Faletti. The world misses you.

I’m a great fan of Jeffery Deaver, and particularly the Lincoln Rhyme series of which this is number thirteen. Number fourteen in the series, Cutting Edge, is out in the UK on 17 May 2018 in hardback.

Lincoln Rhyme was first introduced in The Bone Collector published in 1997. He is a quadriplegic forensic criminalist who was head of the New York Police Department’s Central Investigation and Resource Division, until an oak beam fell on him, crushing his C4 vertebrae, leaving him only able to move from his shoulders up and his left ring finger. Things have moved on in the series and Rhyme has gained a little more movement in his arms.

He was largely paralyzed, yes. But surgery and daily exercise had returned to him some mobility to move his right arm and hand. Fate had helped him too. … He could grasp objects – like single malt scotch bottles, to pick a random example – but he could not rise from his complex wheelchair to fetch them if his resident helper (Thom), kept them out of his reach.

As you might imagine, Rhyme is unable to investigate any of the crime scenes, but in The Bone Collector, he persuades Amelia Sachs, a 31-year-old police officer to walk the scene as his eyes. They have been a team ever since. In chapter 2 of The Burial Hour, Lincoln is discussing with Thom where Amelia and he might go for their honeymoon.

            “No. You and Amelia cannot go to Greenland.” …………………….
            “Because you need to go someplace romantic. Florida, California.”

The discussion is with Thom, who is Lincolns arms and legs and considerably more. But they are interrupted by a visit from Lon Sellitto, a detective in the NYPD Major Cases Division. He’s hoping that Amelia Sachs can walk through a crime scene. An adult male has been kidnapped, observed by a child, the victim had a hood placed over his head and was then dumped in the trunk of a car. The perpetrator has left behind a signature of his visit, a small noose made from catgut.

When Amelia returns from the crime scene the investigation team set up a flipchart to record and review the crime scene data. ‘Often the month and day are used as a temporary nickname for the unknown criminal subject. [In The Burial Hour,] ‘this perb would be UNSUB 920, for September 20.’


[They] set out the items out on examination tables, which were in a separate part of the parlour, away from where the others, dressed in street clothing, clustered, to avoid contamination.
The pickings were sparse. Rhyme knew this, as he’d been ‘with’ Sachs, via video feed, as she’d walked the grid at the scene. All she had found was a small noose, random trace from where the abduction had occurred and some shoe prints and tire mark evidence.

First, the noose. Any prints?
Cooper tested the cord in the fuming tent to raise invisible fingerprints and said, ‘A few slivers. Nothing to work with.’
‘What’s it made out of?’
‘I can run the chromatograph but I’m sure it’s proteins – collagen, keratin and fibroin. I’d say catgut.’

They discover the material the noose is made from is used for stringed musical instruments and most likely, because of its length, a cello. Moments later the team discover that the perp has released a live video of the victim being strangled, depending on his movements, the noose will tighten. The video is set with a soundtrack, The Blue Danube, but as the tune slows down, it’s the victims breathing that matches the tempo of the tune. The video is signed off with the words ‘© The Composer’ in the middle of the screen.

In a desperate desire to save the victim from a terrible death, the team put all their efforts into analysing the data they have before them, time being of the essence. Sachs is soon of on a desperate car journey to the crime scene and arrives in time to release the victim from the noose around his neck. Most important is a find that Sachs comes across while walking the crime scene. A scrap of paper, more or less intact, with four indistinct words. It’s a receipt from a currency exchange bureau.

One of the features used in the Lincoln Rhyme novels is a ‘picture’ of the crime scene board, which spreads over two, sometimes three pages. It will be a case of you like it as a reminder of the case findings, or you find it easy to turn the page and move on. The crime scene board ‘picture’ will be updated throughout the novel so it will appear as many as eight times.

Based on the exchange bureau receipt, the details of the crime and possible trail of the perp is sent out to police forces across Europe. When a local police force in Naples, Italy, request further information on the case, as there are similarities to a case of their own, the story takes a complete change from previous novels. The team are soon on a flight to Italy. It’s the first time Deaver has taken his characters out the USA.

The local team in Naples are surprised that the information on the New York kidnapping arrives on their doorstep in the personal hands of Lincoln Rhyme, and are not happy. However, when they acknowledge Rhyme’s expertise they agree to allow him to review their investigation into the local case as it unfolds. Amelia is also allowed to partner the police officer managing the Naples crime investigation. She proves her value as she walks the grid and quickly solves another kidnapping, even though the criminal escapes. They realise that with another video of the crime, which shows a victim in trouble while haunting music is playing, they are on the trail of The Composer. The team solve three incidents in total, but it is The Composer that helps them prevent a serious incident towards the end of the novel. Released from custody to aid the investigation, he listens to a recorded phone call linked with the case. The Composer has the ability to hear the background sounds from where the call has been made.

I can hear transmissions downshifting and increasing in volume, as the cars get closer to the phone. That means the callers on top of the hill. The hill’s steep. They are mostly cars, mostly small ones, both diesel and gas. One has a muffler about to go. Some vans, I think. But no large trucks.’
Another playback. Staring at a blank wall. ‘Birds. Two different types. First pigeons. There are many of them. I can hear their wings flutter from time to time: once, when a roller board – those things boys ride on – went by. Once when children, about four or five years old, ran after the birds. I can tell the age from their footfalls and the laughs. The pigeons returned at once. They didn’t fly off when cars went by. That tells us that they’re in a square or plaza. Not a street.’

As with all Deaver’s Lincoln Rhyme novels, there is a second case running alongside the main story – sometimes the two are linked, but not always. In this instance, the chief of the Naples police wants to quickly close the second case, but Rhyme decides to secretly work on the forensics and discovers the man they have arrested is being set up. This story has a twist towards the end of the story, that is quite strange and a little complex, but I’m not going to give it away. As you might expect, it’s a story that runs at a fast pace; all Deaver Rhyme novels solve a crime in two or three days, but his story runs to eight days, as a result of the trip to Naples. The novel uses a lot of American phrases and sayings, which the reader has to get used to, I enjoy the use of them and it adds to the setting of the novel. This is another fantastic Jeffery Deaver novel, a real page-turner. Rating: 5 stars.

Dr Sheppard
21 May 2018

Monday, 2 March 2015

The Skin Collector by Jeffery Deaver

The Skin Collector

Review of the novel The Skin Collector by Jeffery Deaver
Published by Hodder in 2015.
Cost: £7.99
ISBN 978-1-444-75748-4 (Paperback Edition – 434 pages)

I am an avid fan of Jeffery Deaver, so I was surprised that I missed the publication of the hardback version in 2014. Deaver is a thriller writer that you can depend upon – excitement, action, puzzles.

The Skin Collector is another Lincoln Rhyme thriller and is an eagerly awaited story for the avid followers of the Rhyme investigations. In this story we follow a murderer that decides to kill his victims by injecting poison in an unusual way.

The story starts on Tuesday November 5th Noon, concluding on Tuesday November 12th 1.00pm. So we have a week of murders and thrills to entertain us. Although the reader soon knows who the murder is, or in this case unsub 11-5, as Deaver presents much of the story from the murderer’s point of view, Lincoln Rhyme and Amelia Sachs do not. As a quadriplegic Rhyme has little movement, mainly from the waist up, but in contrast to The Bone Collector, an earlier Deaver story, it has little impact on the murder investigation. In The Skin Collector we have a an individual that likes to sedate his victims with propofol (a short-acting anaesthetic) and then sets about inscribing a tattoo on them using poison rather than ink, resulting in a quick death. At first there seems to be no logic to the killings. The unsub is able to tattoo his victims at the crime scene as he has access to a portable tattoo machine (not tattoo gun as we are reminded in the enquiry) an unusual item that helps Rhyme in the investigation. As a reader we learn a lot about poisons and their origins. Deaver has obviously done his homework, and the rules that tattoo artists follow.

Deaver has entangled rather a complex story, and as he frequently does, runs a second crime investigation alongside the main story; at first there seems to be no logic to the two cases – but I don’t want to spoil the plot or the brilliance of Deaver’s story telling. What makes the story so readable is the descriptive details if the crime scenes, and in this case it is the underground passageways that run beneath New York, supported by a diagram or two, which on reflection reveal vital clues to the astute observer.

In an attempt to delay the progress of the investigation the unsub attempts to poison both Rhyme and Sachs in separate instances, but instead poisons one of the investigation teams’ leading police officers and takes him out of the investigation, a character that Deaver has used very successfully in other stories.

There are twists and turns that the reader must wonder how and why did that happen.
In the very last chapters Rhyme discusses the case as part of the second sub story and he reveals how he was able to deduce some aspects of the main story that resulted in a speedy solution to the case and it was here that I felt cheated as a reader as vital details had not been brought out earlier in the story, but welcomed an answer as to how Rhyme had solved the case and the story had suddenly changed direction.

I love the way Deaver divides the story into short chapters, in some cases two pages, as he switches between the unsub and Rhyme the forensic science investigator. But if I have any concern about The Skin Collector, it is the speed that Rhyme and his team are able to solve individual aspects of the murder investigations. I think Deaver realises this as he switches to the second investigation, slowing down the pace of the main story.

I have read most of Jeffery Deaver’s stories, captivated by his excellent writing style and I wonder if over time he has changed his approach to convey his thoughts to his reader. In this story he has used paragraphs that consist of a single word, the word conveying everything that is necessary at that point in time. He also expresses the thoughts that his characters are thinking, as unspoken words, but there for the reader, revealing the frustrations and anger they go through as they try to contain it within themselves. When I looked back at some of his previous books he has used this approach before, but it is very predominant in this story.

This is such a great story and one I found difficult to put down, reading late into the night trying to find a convenient place to pause. It is Deaver at his best. Rating: 5 stars

Dr James Sheppard

2 March 2015