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Sucker Punch (Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter Book 27) Kindle Edition
When a fellow U.S. Marshal asks Anita Blake to fly to a tiny community in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula on an emergency consult, she knows time is running short. When she arrives, there is plenty of proof that a young wereleopard killed his uncle in the most gruesome and bloody way possible. As the mounting evidence points to him, a warrant of execution is already under way.
But something seems off about the murder, and Anita has been asked for her expert opinion on the crime scene. Despite escalating pressure from local cops and the family’s cries for justice for their dead patriarch, Anita quickly realizes that the evidence doesn’t quite add up.
Time is against Anita, as the tight-knit community is up in arms and its fear of supernaturals is growing. She races to uncover the truth and determine whether the Marshals have caught the killer or are about to execute an innocent man—all in the name of justice.
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherBerkley
- Publication dateAugust 4, 2020
- File size3529 KB
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The tiny plane landed in the dark on a runway that felt way too short. When the plane finally skidded to a stop, I couldn't make my right hand let go of the armrest. Literally I'd held on so tight that my hand had locked up, as if holding on tight would have done a damn bit of good if the plane had wrecked. The pilot turned his head to look at me and give me a thumbs-up. I just stared at him, my heart in my throat. I was phobic of flying, and this bumpy trip in a four-seater Cessna hadn't done a damn thing to quiet my fears.
He took off his headset and said, "Oh, come on, it wasn't that bad, was it?" He smiled when he said it. I glared at him until his smile faltered. I was projecting badass while the only mantra in my head was I will not throw up. I will not throw up. Only knowing that a man's life hung in the balance had gotten me to climb into the progressively smaller planes until this final one.
"Well, welcome to Hanuman, Michigan, Marshal Blake," the pilot said at last, and opened the door.
As I pried my hand free of its death grip, I wondered again why I was doing this. Because it's your job, I thought. I kept telling myself that as I gathered my bags and fitted the big one through the door ahead of me.
The pilot said, "That bag's big enough to hold a body."
"Only if it was my size or smaller, though I guess I could cut it up and make almost anyone fit," I said as I got the rest of me and the smaller bag through the door and down onto the tarmac.
"Very funny," the pilot said.
I gave him the flat look until he said, "What's really in the bag?"
"Weapons," a man said as he walked toward us in the last light of the setting sun.
I'd had just a moment to see the forest, and then it was dark as if someone had turned the lights off. You know you're in the boondocks when it's that dark even before you step into the trees; in their shade, it would be cave dark.
I smiled at Marshal Winston Newman. He was as tall as the first time I'd met him, as in over six feet, but had more meat on his bones as if he was either gaining weight or gaining muscle. I'd have to see him in better light to be sure whether he was hitting the gym or hitting the donuts. His hair was still short underneath his white cowboy hat, but the hat wasn't brand-new anymore. The brim had been worked with his hands so that it made an almost sharp point over his face. It fit him now. When I'd first met him, the hat had struck me as a present from someone who hadn't really known him or wanted him to be more cowboy than he'd seemed.
He offered to take a bag so I could shake his hand, and I let him take it. I'd have done the same for him. "Thanks for flying out at the last minute, Blake."
"I appreciate you reaching out on this." I almost added rookie, but he wasn't one anymore. He was newer than me, but then most marshals in the preternatural branch were. There were only eight of us from the old days; everyone else was either dead, worse than dead, or retired.
"Thanks for helping me out, Jim," Newman said to the pilot, who was standing by his plane watching us.
"The Marchand family has been around here a long time, and Bobby is my friend, Marshal Newman. I appreciate you trying to give him a chance."
"You understand that if Bobby Marchand did this, then I will have to execute him," Newman said.
"If he killed old man Marchand, then he'll have earned it, but Bobby has been an Ailuranthrope since just after we graduated high school. He had it under control."
I was surprised that Jim knew the politically correct term for cat-based lycanthropy. Sorry, for Therianthropy, which was the new term for all of it since it didn't imply wolf like lycanthropy did. But a lifetime of using it as a general term was going to be hard to break for me.
"That's what everyone tells me. Thanks again, Jim. Marshal Blake and I have to get over to the sheriff's office." He started moving toward a big Jeep Wrangler that was parked in the grass beside the runway.
"Duke is a good man, Newman. He's just never seen anything like this."
Newman kept us moving toward the Jeep as he called back over his shoulder, "I'm not questioning Sheriff Leduc's competency, Jim."
"Good, but you watch out for his deputy, Wagner."
That made Newman stop and look back at the pilot. "What's wrong with Wagner?"
"He gets rough when he thinks he can get away with it."
"Does the sheriff know?" Newman asked.
"I don't know, but everybody else in town does."
"Thanks for the heads-up, Jim."
"Not a problem. I hope you and Marshal Blake work this out."
"Me, too, Jim. Me, too," Newman said as he opened the back door and tossed my bag of weapons in.
Since I already had the Springfield EMP 9mm in an inner pants holster, with my marshal's badge on the belt next to it-so if I had flashed it on one of the larger planes, they'd see my badge-plus two extra magazines in the cargo pockets of my pants, a folding Emerson wave knife from Gerber in another pocket, a small tactical flashlight, a very slender man's wallet, and my smartphone, I was okay being out of easy reach of the rest of my weapons and body armor. I went around to the passenger-side door and let myself in. I'd add two more knives and switch the EMP for my Springfield Rangemaster full frame .45 in a drop leg holster when I got the chance. I had a hip holster for it, but if I had to wear the body armor, I'd have to change to the drop holster anyway, just like the EMP would switch to a holster on the MOLLE strap system on the chest of the vest. Inner pants holsters were for concealed carry when you didn't want to spook the civilians. On an active warrant, by the time I was all geared up, concealed carry was an impossibility.
"Did you know that this Deputy Wagner had a rep for roughing people up?" I asked.
Newman settled himself behind the wheel of his Jeep and shook his head. "I hadn't heard the rumor, and as far as we know, that's all it is."
"How well do you know Jim the pilot?"
"Well enough to roust him out of bed on a Saturday and get him to fly you from the main airport to here."
"You knew he was Bobby Marchand's friend, so he'd be motivated."
"I did."
"Is this your home base now?"
"It is."
"It's not exactly a great post for a marshal. Did you choose it, or did you piss someone off?"
He smiled wide enough for me to see it as he pulled the Jeep out on the runway and drove like we were a plane getting ready to take off. I realized that there didn't seem to be any other paved area nearby. We passed a shed with a windsock, but that was it. It was the definition of middle of fucking nowhere.
"I chose it."
I looked at him and he laughed. "Don't look at me like that, Blake. I know it's not a hotbed of career opportunities, but I met a woman on a case, and it sort of rearranged my priorities."
I grinned at him. "And she's local to here, I take it."
"Yeah."
"So, you sank your career to follow the love of your life to the Michigan wilderness?"
"No, but I decided that a quick rise through the ranks wasn't as important as being near the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with."
I spread my hands and said, "Hey, I don't throw stones at anyone's love life, Newman. My house has too much shiny glass on it, which reminds me, I promised to text them when I finally landed."
That made him laugh. It was good to hear the sound; it meant things hadn't gone completely to hell. It was bad, but he could still laugh. Some crime scenes stole laughter along with everything else. "It's nice I'm not the only one that has to text home. Some of the other marshals give me grief for it."
"Fuck them if their relationships aren't as good as ours," I said.
He laughed again. I smiled reflexively, typing on the phone. I was metaphysically tied to all the people I loved, which meant I could have just dropped my psychic shields and contacted at least some of them mind to mind, or they could have reached out to me, or in an emergency they could crash my shields, but that was damn distracting in the middle of a fight, so the deal was I'd text and call more like a regular Joe or Jill. Also, the other police were giving me enough grief about dating supernaturals, which was one of the politically correct terms for vampires, wereanimals, and anything else that wasn't strictly human. Once I'd have said straight human, but I'd been chastised for using the word straight. Between actual vocabulary guidelines for the job and civilians getting butt-hurt because of my word choices, I was thinking of just substituting the word fuck for the word they didn't like to see if they liked that better. If I was going to be offensive, I might as well go for broke.
I erased several texts and finally settled for "Landed safe. Love you. Miss you already." It seemed inadequate, but it was all true, and at least I'd remembered to text. Staying in touch when I was on the job out of town wasn't one of my best things, to say the least. Micah Callahan, one of my fiancŽs, was as bad as I was about it and traveled as much. Our mutual lovers had recently done an intervention to let us know we needed to do better.
The first return text binged on my phone. I wasn't surprised that it was Nathaniel Graison, one of my other fiancŽs, because he had been one of the main instigators of the intervention. His text said simply, "Thank you for texting. I know you don't understand why I need it. Love you back. I like that you miss me. Looking forward to the call tomorrow, or you back home before that." And there it was, the loving text turned into a nagging push. We had all agreed that I'd text when I arrived and that I'd call once a day if possible, or text again. Nathaniel was reminding me of what I'd agreed to do, which turned a loving text or phone call into an obligation, which kind of bugged me. The return texts came fast and furious after that, because the group text contained eight people, not including me. I'd actually been surprised at some of the lovers who had insisted on getting more long-distance attention and at the ones who were content with the status quo. Some of them answered in the group text, but others answered privately. I typed an answer to each one of them; only two made me smile. Jean-Claude's "Je t'aime, ma petite," and Nicky Murdock's "I know you love me. You don't have to keep texting me to prove it."
"I know it's none of my business, but how many people are you having to text while you're gone?"
"Enough," I said, and sighed. I scrolled through all the texts and realized I wasn't sure whom I had to call tomorrow morning if I was still here. I wouldn't know how long I'd be on the ground here until I knew more about the case. I put my phone away and said, "You didn't invite me here to talk about our personal lives, so what's up first on the crime busting?"
He smiled as he said, "Sheriff Leduc requested I introduce you before we head to the crime scene. We have to drive right by the sheriff's office, so it's not out of the way. Hell, you can see Bobby Marchand. Maybe you'll think of smarter questions to ask than I did."
"You were exactly what your name says when I met you, Newman, but that was a couple of years ago. You do okay on your cases."
"You checked up on me?" he asked, glancing away from the night black road; the headlights seemed to carve their way through the moonless night.
"I keep an eye on the newbies I meet."
"And I keep an eye on the careers of the marshals that I want to grow up to be," he said.
That made me laugh. "If you grow up any more, I'll need a ladder to shake your hand."
He joined me in the laughter, and we drove for a few minutes in companionable silence.
"It's a dark night up here," I said.
"The cloud cover is thick tonight, but if it clears off, you'll see stars here like I've never seen outside of the desert or the ocean."
"It's not just cloud cover, Newman. Last night was the dark of the moon, and tonight won't be much brighter. If Bobby Marchand has been a wereleopard-sorry, Ailuranthrope-for this long, he shouldn't even shift form this far from a full moon."
"It's one of the things that bothered me enough to try to delay executing him, and don't worry. I'm having trouble remembering all the new terms, too. Besides, we know that Bobby Marchand is a leopard, so we don't have to use the generic terms between us."
"Great. I appreciate that. I hate the new vocabulary. Do you have the warrant of execution in hand already?"
"Yeah, the judge e-mailed it to the sheriff's office and got it signed through DocuSign just hours after the body was discovered."
"I remember when getting the warrant faxed over was high-tech," I said.
"Yeah, it's all high-tech most of the time now. Fast and efficient, maybe a little too efficient."
"How much time is left on the warrant?" I asked.
"About sixty hours out of the original seventy-two. I should have called you sooner."
"Should isn't helpful, Newman. Concentrate on what we can do here and now. Second-guessing yourself just eats up your energy and time."
He glanced at me, then back at the road. "Maybe, but they've started to get really picky on extending the timeline on a warrant of execution."
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- Publisher : Berkley (August 4, 2020)
- Publication date : August 4, 2020
- Language : English
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- Print length : 617 pages
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That said, I found some of the content problematic. Not in the way that prudes would, not in the violence and killing part that most people might object to, but in the way that it so clearly illustrates the myth of "only a few bad apples" in the "rest of the cops are good" barrel.
I think it will come as no surprise at all that Laurell K. Hamilton would "back the blue" to the extent that she does, whether intentionally or not, it comes through that she truly believes we are safer with the police than without them. I give her credit that she also shows that the justice system as a whole is flawed and in need of change, also that it seems like every change seems to just make a new problem rather than solving everything.
No, the problem I had was that it applies an unnecessary justification for good cops covering for the dangerous faults of bad ones. There will of necessity be a SPOILER in my reasoning, so here's your:
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When Anita rolls the dancer at the strip joint, she doesn't do it on purpose, but without a literal (in the literal sense of the word) Deus ex machina stepping in to save her (and the innocent dancer) with a literal miracle from God, then she'd have rolled that woman to the same extent that she'd rolled Nicky and others. She'd have taken the rest of her free will and life from her. I don't believe she'd have just dumped her, but she'd have irrevocably changed her life and made her a slave.
And Newman never even questioned whether or not he should cover for her, because that's just what cops do for one another.
It did help somewhat that the Captain of the locals did hold his one deputy accountable for attempted murder, or at least keep him in jail as a lesson, but we all know that he never intended to actually charge him, because he didn't charge him at any point. Again, good cops cover for bad cops and handle things like this internally, and we're all just supposed to accept that the way they decide it should be handled is okay when sometimes innocent lives were lost and most of them don't even end up losing their jobs.
The only reason I didn't take a star off for that is because I realized that this has happened in one way or another in most of her books, but it never bothered me before. Taking a star from a good, hard-working writer for something that I only now realized about my own self seems just too hypocritical.
So, I gave it 5 stars because the writing was great, and the story moved back towards, not a better direction, necessarily, but the direction that hooked me on the books to start with.
stated First Edition though that wasn’t indicated.
Amazon listed it under : other sellers
the 4th listing caught my eye. Good price & cond.
This book focuses on the investigations of the marshalls, the state police, and the local sheriff’s department for a large part of the book. However when Anita’s long term friend, Marshall Ted Forrester and another marshall, Otto Jeffries show up, the story gets blended with several agonizing interactions between Anita and Otto.
Whether it is Anita’s relationships with the many men and women in her life, the relationships between Anita and her co-workers, or relationships between the local police and the U.S. Marshals; there is a lot of drama. This is not like most of the books in the series where there are a lot of steamy scenes. Besides the specific murder case, this novel is about how Anita is struggling personally with metaphysical changes that are affecting her ability to do her job effectively, and how she is struggling with all of the various types of relationships she has at the moment. It was interesting to see some additional character development with Otto; scary though it was.
There are a lot of themes running through this novel including anger management, various phobias, verbal abuse, racism, gender bias, lies, deception, the paranormal justice system, and much more. There is also a look at what can happen when police know both the victim and the accused.
Overall, this book was a study of paranormal police investigation and complicated relationships with suspense and occasional action intermixed.
I have read all of the books in this series up to this point and can’t wait to start the next one. They are best read in order as there is a lot of background and character development that builds over time. This novel is definitely a departure from the previous books in this series. However, the author continues to bring great characters, entertaining and unique story lines, action, suspense, and romance together in her novels.
This is my honest review. Opinions expressed in this review are completely my own and are not biased in any way. This review was originally posted at Mystery and Suspense Magazine.
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This book manages to be sexy without any real sex scenes. I love that Hamilton went back to the supernatural cop book more than "15k" pages of sex acts. I love that Anita evolved through the novels and that the book still reflects many conflicts present in everyday life. The parallels are quite convincing and I simply love her way of relating these events.