Review
for ICARUS: 'I defy you to figure out who dunnit, why they dunnit, or how they dunnit.' JANET EVANOVICH 'Furious, sexually-fueled, and mind-bending - a unique thriller.' William Diehl for GIDEON: 'A fast moving thriller in the Grisham genre.' Sunday Telegraph 'Pure reading entertainment as good as you'll ever find' CLIVE CUSSLER
Fellow thriller writers such as William Diehl have been falling over themselves to praise the skills of Russell Andrews, as evinced in such books as Gideon and Icarus. Aphrodite, the latest entry in his classically titled oeuvre, has all the weighty skill of its predecessors along with a new confidence: the effects here arise naturally out of the momentum of the narrative and never seem forced as they occasionally did in the earlier books. Susanna Morgan appears to have died because of an unfortunate accident - she has broken her neck after a fall in her apartment. But tenacious detective Justin Westwood is unwilling to accept the obvious verdict: for him, too many things are anomalous in the case, and he becomes convinced that Susanna was murdered. Finding a motive is difficult - Susanna was a hack on a modest local newspaper, and her innocuous writings made few enemies. But Westwood discovers that a fanatical fan had taken objection to Susanna's obituary for a dead film star. Is this the killer? Or is the truth much more complicated? Justin Westwood may not be an innovative creation but he is a sharply drawn protagonist, and the sustained merit of the writing here guarantees a thoroughly entertaining thriller. (Kirkus UK)
A smart cop, a mad scientist, and a fountain-of-youth project that springs a leak. It's all so low-key at the start. All right, not really, given that there's a mysterious death, and that the venue is a tiny Long Island town where law enforcement is seldom called upon to do more than hand out traffic tickets. It takes Justin Westwood to make the dread connections. Once a big-city homicide detective on the fast track, he was derailed by a horrific family tragedy and subsequently took himself out of his job and the rest of society. But instincts are instincts, and Justin, once the model of a supercop, can't help but see what his overwhelmed colleagues on the East End Harbor PD are blind to: that the death of local reporter Susanna Morgan was anything but accidental, and that a dark and dangerous conspiracy is inextricably attached. Multibillionaire/world-class scientist/certifiable crackpot Douglas Kranston has long been seeking some means of halting the aging process. Now suddenly Justin, along with a child and her mother, looms as an obstacle. Kranston's beloved project requires that for all three the aging process must be curtailed with extreme prejudice. Once again, Andrews (Icarus, 2001, etc.) demonstrates his knack for making a sympathetic hero likable enough to redeem-well, almost redeem-an impossibly convoluted plot. (Kirkus Reviews)
Product Description
Justin Westwood has retreated from reality by taking a menial post with the police department in Long Island. Mindless traffic duty and a lot of booze stop him reliving the past, but his dormant professionalism is reluctantly awakened when he realises that the death of a young journalist is deliberate not accidental. As he retraces the woman's movements in the hours before her death he learns she's been in trouble for quoting some erroneous facts in an obituary of a man who had been living in the local old people's home. Not the sort of mistake which normally brings a duo of professional hitmen to the door of a fallible reporter, and certainly not one which brings the FBI into town. As he attempts to unravel the puzzle he finds someone is a step ahead of him, disposing of witnesses and setting him up for the rap. Realising he has to face real life at its starkest if he is to survive, he goes solo - though if he'd known what was in store he'd have stuck to handing out parking tickets. A thriller of such tension and action that it should come with its own oxygen supply.
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