Monday, July 2, 2012

Moonlight Mile

Moonlight Mile by Dennis Lehane
HarperCollins, 2010
Hardcover, 324 pages  
ISBN-13: 9780061836923
Patrick Kenzie and Angela Gennaro Series #6

Amanda McCready was four years old when she vanished from her blue-collar Boston neighborhood. Patrick Kenzie and Angela Gennaro risked everything to find her, only to orchestrate her return to a neglectful mother and broken home. Twelve years later, Amanda, now sixteen, is gone again.
Still haunted by their consciences, Kenzie and Gennaro must now revisit the nightmare that once tore them apart. Following the trail of a lost teenager into a world of identity thieves, methamphetamine dealers, and Russian gangsters, they once again put everything that matters to them on the line in pursuit of an answer to a troubling question: Is it possible to do the right thing and still be dead wrong?

My Thoughts:
Moonlight Mile by Dennis Lehane is the sixth book in the series featuring Boston Private Investigators Patrick Kenzie and Angela Gennaro. In Moonlight Mile Patrick and Angela must again search for Amanda McCready. Amanda, the four year old they searched for twelve years earlier in Lehane's Gone, Baby, Gone (1998), is now sixteen and missing again. The outcome of the previous case has continued to haunted Patrick and Angela, now married with a four year old daughter.
While in many ways this novel is predictable, it is entertaining and very well written. You can appreciate it and follow the story just fine without reading any of the previous novels following these characters. This is highly recommended.

On a bright, unseasonably warm afternoon in early December, Brandon Trescott walked out of the spa at the Chatham Bars Inn on Cape Cod and got into a taxi. A pesky series of DUIs had cost him the right to operate a motor vehicle in the Commonwealth of Massachusetts for the next thirty-three months, so Brandon always took cabs. The twenty-five-year-old trust-fund baby of a superior court judge mother and a local media mogul father, Brandon wasn't your run-of-the-mill rich kid a--hole. He worked double shifts at it. By the time the state finally suspended his license, he was on his fourth DUI. The first two had been pled down to reckless driving, the third had brought him a stern warning, but the fourth had resulted in injury to someone besides Brandon, who escaped without a scratch. opening

I left the kitchen. "Best of luck, Brandon." Halfway down the stairs, I stopped. "By the way, Dominique's not coming." I turned back toward the top of the stairs and leaned my elbow on the railing. "And, oh yeah, her name's not Dominique."
His flip-flops made a sloppy-wet-kiss noise as he crossed the floorboards and appeared in the doorway above me. "How do you know?"
"Because she works for me, dumb---." pg. 12
"I'm sucking it up, Ange, and doing jobs I don't like for a company I'm not terribly in love with so that eventually I can get hired permanent and we can get insurance and benefits and a paid vacation. I don't like it any more than you do but until you finish school and get a job again, I don't know what else I can do or ....say that will change things." pg. 18
A long time ago - a lifetime ago - her niece had been kidnapped. I'd found her and returned her to the home she shared with her mother, Bea's sister-in-law, Helene, even though Helene was not what you'd call a natural-born mother. pg. 23
"You think you're wearing that nice suit, but all I see you wearing is class rage. It's draped over you. And our clients see it, too. Why do you think you've never met Big D?" pg. 36
My father was never lucky; his rage and hatred and all-consuming narcissism - all of it unfathomable, even now, twenty-five years after his death - had robbed him of his family. pg. 322

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