Blurb: Lacey and Sam are on the job again.
This time, the ex-cop and the Navajo medium have been called out to the Navajo reservation to investigate the suspicious death of Sam’s cousin.
What they uncover leads them into a realm of the supernatural beyond anything Lacey ever imagined; her years on the LAPD did nothing to prepare her for dealing with witches and shapeshifters.
With clues few and far between, can they determine who the murderer is before they themselves become the target of deadly curses and feral shapeshifter beasts?
This second book in the Lacey Fitzpatrick and Sam Firecloud Mystery series takes us out of Lacey’s city cop comfort zone and deep into Sam Firecloud’s personal background. Set on the reservation where most of his family still live, we get better acquainted with Sam’s culture, history and beliefs in a setting where he feels comfortable.
There is also a switch in morality, from Lacey’s straight-laced legal approach to Sam’s more visceral and intuitive sense of justice. I like how the partners are beginning to find a balance between the two very different styles which involves respecting those inherent differences without compromising their own personal integrity and values. This is a working relationship of equality, so the hints of deepening chemistry are very exciting.
The supernatural ‘flavour’ is stronger in this novel than in the previous. Sam’s visions of ghosts have already been established in the first book, so they feature less centrally here. Instead we get witches, magic, shapeshifting and curses… plenty of excitement to keep our two sleuths guessing.
I was a tiny bit disappointed that after such a mysterious and tense build up, the reveal was a little too brief and direct. I would have liked a few final twists to keep me on my toes!
That minor quibble aside, this is shaping up to be a really excellent series, comprising my favourite elements of cosy mystery and urban fantasy, and I have already downloaded Book 3 to add to my personal book mountain.
She clicked off the video and glanced around her empty apartment. It would be nice to have someone to talk to about this. She trusted her instincts, but felt better when she had a partner for a quick reality check. Two heads were always better than one.
But this job didn’t have any ghosts in it.
– Melissa Bowersock, Skin Walk