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September 14, 2016
Revenge in a Cold River
I enjoy Anne Perry's mysteries very much, both the series about Thomas and Charlotte Pitt, set in the late 1800s, and her series (this one) about William and Hester Monk, set in the middle of that century. They're consistently good: very well written, with very well drawn characters; I always look forward to the next book in these very long running series, knowing I'll enjoy them. I'm slightly fonder of the Monks, if only because in this series the arcs that Perry writes into the lives of her recurring characters are little more dramatic.
Monk is the Commander of London's River Police, and in this book he is still reeling from a battle with gun smugglers and river pirates that resulted in serious injuries for Monk and his officers and the death of his closest colleague. Monk is sure that the River Police were betrayed, and strongly suspects that McNab, an officer in the Customs service, was involved, so he is suspicious when McNab brings him in on the investigation into the death of an escaped prisoner. The two men hate each other, but Monk doesn't know where McNab's enmity comes from; even worse, Monk realizes that McNab knows his deepest secret: after a carriage accident thirteen years before, Monk has no memory of his early life, only secondhand glimpses of the man he was. As the investigation turns against him, he begins to know more about his past, in a very unexpected place.
Revenge in a Cold River has just been published by Random House/Ballantine Books. Thank you to NetGalley and the publisher for the opportunity to read it!
Revenge in a Cold River, by Anne Perry
Random House, 2016
Advance copy, via NetGalley
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