The stellar new novel in Robert B. Parker’s New York Times bestselling series featuring Paradise police chief Jesse Stone. Jesse Stone, still reeling from the murder of his fiancée by crazed assassin Mr. Peepers, must keep his emotions in check long enough to get through the wedding day of his loyal protégé, Suitcase Simpson. The morning of the wedding, Jesse learns that a gala 75th birthday … a gala 75th birthday party is to be held for folk singer Terry Jester. Jester, once the equal of Bob Dylan, has spent the last forty years in seclusion after the mysterious disappearance of the master recording tape of his magnum opus, The Hangman’s Sonnet.
That same morning, an elderly Paradise woman dies while her house is being ransacked. What are the thieves looking for? And what’s the connection to Terry Jester and the mysterious missing tape? Jesse’s investigation is hampered by hostile politicians and a growing trail of blood and bodies, forcing him to solicit the help of mobster Vinnie Morris and a certain Boston area PI named Spenser. While the town fathers pressure him to avoid a PR nightmare, Jesse must connect the cases before the bodies pile up further.
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Good but not Parker good.
Liked
If it wasn’t every page it was every other that referenced the previous book. Talk about filling space. Totally unlike anything I ever read from RBP. The number of smarmy cliche’s used in reference to drinking problems was astounding. And boring. Not a good read.
I read it in a day because I could not put it down.
Very much in keeping with previous Jesse Stone books. Easy summer reading, and a decent progression of the main characters. I look forward to continuing the series.
I enjoyed the story line and characters.
I felt Jesse’s demons were a little over stated but it was most likely important to the author.
Not Parker’s best effort.
Oh how I miss Robert Parker. Each and every book I have read (all of them) have been great. Most have been read at one sitting deep into the night. The others, I have thought about all day long until I could return to the sofa to finish! RIP. Miss Hawk.