APRIL 29, 2024 BY JEFF
#BookReview: The Mountain Mystic by Russell W. Johnson
Solid Second Book In Series. This is one of those tales where both the author and the reader are going on an adventure- ok, the first book was *awesome*, but I had all the time in the world to write the thing and now I need to produce a sequel in a timely manner since my name isn’t GRR Martin… so what do I do?
Johnson’s answer here is a thrilling ride that perhaps doesn’t have the same level of social commentary from the first book – though to be clear, there is still *some* here – yet manages to keep up with the action and even introduces some wrinkles not seen in the first book, going in a direction not often seen, but which makes perfect sense within this world.
And then… just when you think everything is all said and done… Thanos appears. No, not really. But there *is* that stinger scene at the end that reveals the storm clouds on the horizon… storm clouds that portend one *intense* battle coming up. Will we see that battle in Book 3, or will we simply edge closer to the storm? Yet again, I for one can’t wait to find out.
Very much recommended.
Despite a West Virginia police chief’s misgivings, a fortune teller’s tips turn a cold case hot in Johnson’s second Mountaineer mystery.
Jasper County Sheriff Mary Beth Cain succeeds in closing more cases than her three male predecessors combined. One of those men was her late husband, “strong, silent, dutiful” Bill Cain, killed during a drug bust when he was only 28. Before his death, he was working on the still-unsolved case of missing 19-year-old Maria Ruiz, the granddaughter of the Cains’ housekeeper, Guadalupe. Now Mary Beth’s college-age son, Sam, wants her to reopen the more than 10-year-old case based on new “evidence” learned from a fortune teller he visited with Guadalupe. It turns out that the mystic’s clues do pan out, but piecing the case together requires Mary Beth to connect with her first love, Washington, D.C. lawyer Patrick Connelly; her late husband’s sketchy best friend who always “hated her guts,” Randy Law; jailed cartel hitman Octavio Condor Silva; and her own mother, Mamie, who runs “a hillbilly crime syndicate.” Characters are rough around the edges, living in a struggling county that’s suffering from the ills of drug trafficking. Plucky Mary Beth is dedicated to policing and helping Jasper’s population, yet it’s still a leap to see why “ruggedly handsome” Bill or “big-time” attorney Patrick would be so besotted with the overbearing sheriff with a penchant for whiskey, cigarettes, and foul language. Her bossiness as a parent—she only allows adult Sam to drink decaf—results in him staying with Guadalupe on a college break and not Mary Beth, which surprises and annoys her. The revelations and shocks are plentiful, though, making for a fast-paced book. There’s appealing humor, as well, as when Dr. Bashid Patel, a chain-smoking coroner, does a profane comic routine while reviewing a corpse for Mary Beth.
It’s in the cards: Many mystery fans will enjoy this twisty page-turner.
