They say you get used to it. One victim becomes another. An endless array of body parts lit up, wounds, scars blood. If you deal with death all the time, you develop a gallows humour, dark jokes passed around.
Murphy knew differently. When it was bad as this, there was no levity to be found. You got on with the job, and hoped to catch whoever did it before it happened again
In most series, we'd meet DS Laura Rossi as she joins the detectives, probably partners up with DI David Murphy (who we might have known for a book o more already), we get to know her as she gets to know the job and Murphy. Murphy's a good detective with some interesting choices in his personal life, she's an eager (and educated) rookie tied to her family in ways she wouldn't prefer. Then in the next book, we see a mix of tragedy, crime and bad timing wreak havoc on Murphy's personal life and it spills over to his career. Now, in Dead Gone, he's trying to put his life back on track, recovering from whatever career setbacks he's stumbled into with the help of his sometimes partner and boss.
But Veste jumps us right into book 3 without the foundation work -- we get hints (and eventually more than hints) to put it all together -- especially as it Murphy's life becomes fodder for the killer's taunting of the police. Honestly, I liked that approach. Other writers might not be as successful with it, but Veste pulled it off. You get the idea that Murphy was a really good detective, and if he can get his head back in the game, he will be one again. Rossi is well on the way to being a good one -- but she might have hitched her wagon to the wrong mentor.
Oh, yeah, the killer -- bodies are starting to show up in Liverpool. Death by multiple means, but left in similar conditions -- and with letters attached making references to classic psychology studies -- many of which couldn't be replicated today with contemporary ethical standards. But the killer seems to be taking them further than the original studies. And, well, he's a serial killer, so ethical research methods aren't at the height of his concern.
I could've used a bit more of Rossi, I liked her as a character, but I enjoyed what we got. I understand that Murphy's the star of the show, but hopefully she gets a bit more of the focus later on. The rest of the squad is pretty much what you get in any police procedural -- I'd be happy if I don't have to see Det. Bannon ever again, but hopefully he gets what's coming to him -- or a healthy dose of character growth -- soon.
Murphy is dealing with a whole mess of personal issues as he's leading the investigation -- but it doesn't really distract from his work, maybe it even helps it. This is tightly plotted, moves at a good pace -- Veste doesn't waste anything, there's no fluff, no fat to this prose. Probably because I know there's another 3 books so far in the series, I didn't worry about the danger posed to our heroes at any point, but the tension was real. The terror visited upon the victims was more than real -- Veste does an outstanding job of getting into the heads of some of the victims without getting exploitative. Too often in serial killer novels the victims are just corpses (or something that'll be a corpse soon), so no need to really care about them. Not here -- and what a nice change of pace that is -- they're people, not props.
This really isn't a whodunit kind of novel -- Veste pretty much gives it away pretty early on. Not that this stops him from dragging a large red herring across the reader's path. Yeah, it's pretty obviously a red herring -- but he uses it well as such -- and then . . . well, let's just leave it as I didn't see what he'd do with that particular forage fish after it was clear that the killer they're hunting for is someone else.
I literally lost sleep staying up to finish this one -- dragged myself through the next day at work, leaning on coffee just to seem passably competent. And it was worth it. I will be grabbing the next installment, The Dying Place, very soon.