What happens throughout the 442 pages is a roller coaster ride that introduces the readers to some characters that scratch, claw, lie, cheat and kill to get what they want. I really liked the introduction of Shotgun and it was great to see Hawks (assassin and Gideon’s lover) and their leader, Konstantin in action.
In midst of it all, Gideon learns some truths about Catherine/Thelma (former prostitute) the woman who raised him that takes him into a tailspin and makes him question whether Medianoche (Midnight) could be his father. And if that’s the truth could he kill him.
There are very tense and emotional moments in this roller coaster of a non-stop thriller that makes you see just a glimpse of humanity in the characters which didn’t last that long. I know, no time to be liked in these novels. Anyway, EJD’s description puts you in the various locations so you can see, hear, smell, taste and touch everything the characters are experiencing.Some readers may find that EJD went heavy on the description but I didn’t mind because I got lost in the locations (slums, opulence of some places, clubs, etc.), the storyline, the dialogue and the action. And of course, I love EJD’s history lessons and back stories and that he makes you reach for that dictionary – I certainly did on a few occasions – lol
Overall, I thoroughly enjoyed this non-stop thriller of a novel from start to finish. The twists and turns were quite surprising without spoiling it for those who haven’t read it. I can’t wait to crack open the fifth installment, Finding Gideon, that’s sitting on my book shelf right now! YES!Two thumbs way up! A must read!
My favorite lines:
I yelled out my panic, told Shotgun to start making his way down the stairs, told him to move as fast as he could because it was about to get ugly. Real ugly. I kept my eyes on the people in front of me while I picked up their weapons, threw them out the window, let them fall down into the mud. I made them all get down on the floor with their backs to me and their faces turned away. Otherwise I'd get shot or stabbed in the back as I tried to escape. Had to keep my eyes on them as I crawled out the window. On the one-foot-wide landing, the stairway wobbling underneath me, I saw Shotgun had made it halfway down.
I didn't move. My weight and his weight might rip the stairs from the wall
Had to wait for him to clear the winding and weakened stairs.
Heart racing, briefcase tin hand, I listened. The rain. The storm.
Somewhere behind those clamors were the echoes of hooves.
Not horses, but frantic Horsemen charging through the slums, racing this way.
Rating: 5 stars