The world’s most exclusive detective agency opens a new office – in Australia!
With the best detectives in the business, cutting edge technology and offices around the globe, there is no investigation company quite like Private. Now, at a glittering launch party overlooking the iconic Opera House, Private Sydney throws open its doors . . .
Craig Gisto and his newly formed team have barely raised their glasses, however, when a young Asian man, blood-soaked and bullet-ridden, staggers into the party, and what looks like a botched kidnapping turns out to be a whole lot more.
Within days the agency’s caseload is full. But it is a horrific murder in the wealthy Eastern Suburbs and the desperate search for a motive that stretches the team to the limit. Stacy Friel, friend of the Deputy Commissioner of NSW Police, isn’t the killer’s first victim – and as the bodies mount up she’s clearly not the last . . .
Author: James Patterson; Michael White
Publisher: Vision (March 21, 2015)
Pages: 368 including an excerpt from Burn
Series: Private #7
When I read the Prologue, I moaned out loud, “Oh no, not another Red!” I disliked NYPD Red. Here is the thing: no one – and I mean no one! – writes a blurb like JP. You read the back cover of the book and it grabs you and you desire to read the book, without knowing the disappointment that lies ahead. That’s how good Mr. Patterson is.
In this novel, Private Sydney works on 3 cases:
1. A Chinese guy crashes Private Sydney’s official opening party, blind, bloody, deaf and dead. Darlene soon links the dead victim to the triad gang and things took a turn for the worst from there.
2. A pop star who thinks his manager is trying to kill him as he approaches 27 (Club 27). For some reason, Mickey Spencer’s story was out of place and didn’t work out for me.
3. A crazed serial killer murdering wealthy women. Here’s the thing, I am tired of reading about scornful female serial killers from JP. From the start, I’ve known that this one was female.
I didn’t get why Justine Smith was there. I didn’t feel her and I didn’t like her. She even managed to make Craig Gisto, boss of the new Private, look stupid sometimes. Her character was somehow out of place. It was also nauseating reading about him telling us how good Justine looked in whatever clothes she was wearing as if this was a fashion story.
A few things irked me and I’ll be even more irked if I don’t talk about it. Deputy Police Commissioner Brett Thorogood and wife, Greta, was running late for the wife’s birthday party. A babysitter was supposed to have shown up to babysit their two children, but instead, a total stranger showed up with an excuse. And not just any stranger, this woman, Julie was the serial killer. Why would any law enforcement person leave their children in the hands of any stranger? And what happened to the little girl after she caught Julie playing around with her mother’s clothes and makeup? It wasn’t revisited.
Also, I am not Australian and I don’t have Australian friends, but I felt as if I was reading a Los Angeles style setting because of the lack of Australian terminology. Well, I’ll give points for the mention of the ice bar!
I am not friends with ice though.
Ex- military police, Mary was my favorite character.
It was a page-turner, yes, but not in that excited gripping kind of way. It was an all-nighter, yes, but that’s because JP writes short chapters to give the reader an awesome illusion that the book will finish faster and I can’t help but read his books in one day or two. ALSO, JP should stop lending his name to other authors because although they try to replicate his style of writing, it never works and that’s cheating readers of his work. How many ways can a man cheat? Ask James.
NOTE: This Private has nothing to do with the Private series starring Jack Morgan.
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