About This Book
Jobe Carson is a private detective of circumstanceâ€"as in victim of circumstance. His wife mysteriously disappeared while out on a run one evening, leaving Jobe with all the emotional, practical, and financial responsibilities of single fatherhood of three childrenâ€"Kiahâ€"a grumbling sharp-tongued 18-year-old, Jackâ€"16-year-old sport, videogame, and paintball enthusiast, and Jobe’s only daughter, Miranda, Mir for short, wise beyond her 11 almost 12 years. His detective career is also hampered by the local police still thinking he may be responsible in some way for his wife’s disappearance.
Jobe’s current problem is finding the time, amidst his fatherhood duties, to solve a crime involving the murder, dismemberment and shrink-wrapping of a nameless person who’s a recent victim of food network culture interpreted by a psychopath. Hired by a less than scrupulous insurance company, Jobe first has to find out who the poor scattered dead person is, then who carved him up. The story is set in Olympia, Washington, in the pacific northwest. Suspects include an aging plastic surgery-enhanced interior décor proprietor, a gay retiree, a frowsy housewife and a trust fund heir who might have trusted the police wouldn’t look too close at his father’s recent gone-missing status. There’s even an ex-marine semi-pro bowler, an FBI lab investigator, and a lawyer with a well-whetted wit. Not to mention a county coroner slash nemesis with a scalpel to grind. A classic whodunit in the vein of Nero Wolfe or J.A. Jance. The book’s climax is as dramatic as any Perry Mason denouement.
One of the few detective mystery novels that also includes practical time-saving recipes any single parent could cook for the family.