Amazon Blurb -
What do you say, Morton Grant, Chief of Detectives? You got what it takes to find me? Show me a move. . . . Or I’ll have to show you one of mine.
A little more than a year after the Fixer killings, Detective Mort Grant of the Seattle PD once again has his hands full. In the last four months, seven men have been murdered in seedy pay-by-the-hour motels: first strangled, then tied with rope and set on a bed of crushed mothballs, with a red lipstick kiss planted on their foreheads. Speculation abounds that the killer is a prostitute who’s turning her tricks into dead men. The press has taken to calling her “Trixie.”
As Mort follows scant leads in the case, he can’t help but feel continued guilt over his involvement with the Fixer. Though the public holds her up as a folk hero, a vigilante who seeks justice when the system fails, Mort cannot shake the fact that serious crimes have been committed. And though legend says she has vanished, Mort knows exactly where the Fixer is—and he’s conspiring to keep her hidden.
As Trixie strikes again, Mort suddenly finds himself and his family in the crosshairs. Because thesenew murders are not random, and their perpetrator is hell-bent on luring Mort into a sick and twisted game. If he’s not careful, he’s going to need Fixing.
Mort Grant is Chief of Detectives in Seattle. He's got a bit of a problem, johns are turning up dead in motel rooms around the city. The killer has been dubbed "Trixie". In the midst of this mess he struggles with the guilt of his involvement with the Fixer, a vigilante killer that many view as a hero.
As he and his detectives start getting close to piecing this puzzle together one of Seattle's most wealthy and prominent businessmen, Rhinehart Vogel turns up dead in what seems to be another Trixie hit. Is he really another victim of Trixie? Or a copycat? The path Mort takes drags his son into the fray in a way he never imagined.
This book was ok. You really don't need to read the first to follow along with this one. I found it a bit all over. You had the Fixer doing her thing, you had Trixie, and you had the Vogel intrigue with his basketball team, his star player and his business issues.
I didn't find myself turning pages in anticipation of what happens next. I found Trixie to be meh in the killer category. Trying to shoot for Gretchen Lowell of Chelsea Cain's series but not quite cutting it. I couldn't form a bond with any of the characters in the book, and the most interesting part of the book for me came between Vogel and his rookie player Barry Gardner in the restaurant.
For me it wasn't the best thriller, but I would still recommend it as a decent read.