Running from the dead A crime novel

Mike Knowles

Book - 2020

"Private detective Sam Jones's six-year search for an eight- year-old boy ends with gunshots in a basement and cold bodies that would eventually lead the police straight to him. Jones had never promised Ruth Verne that he would find her son alive, but he knew deep down that she believed he would -- worse, he had believed it too. Jones wasn't ready to look Ruth in the eye and tell her he had failed. He wasn't ready to admit that he lost everything and had nothing to show for it. But an unsigned note scrawled on a bathroom door gives Jones a second chance -- a chance for redemption. Thirteen words left by a young girl in trouble give him someone to chase and a reason to keep moving before the cops move on him. Jones follow...s the trail from an idyllic small town to the darkest corners of the city, running from the boy he failed toward the girl he could still save."--

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Genres
Detective and mystery fiction
Mystery fiction
Published
Toronto, Ontario, Canada : ECW Press [2020]
Language
English
Main Author
Mike Knowles (author)
Physical Description
359 pages ; 20 cm
Issued also in electronic format
ISBN
9781770415195
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Review by Booklist Review

Knowles, the author of the Wilson series (Never Play Another Man's Game, 2012) and several fine stand-alones, including Tin Men (2018), here tells the story of a private eye, Sam Jones, in desperate need of personal and professional redemption. His multiyear search for a missing boy ended in tragedy. Can a new case, involving another missing child, have a different, happier conclusion? Canadian novelist Knowles is a strong writer, with a real sense of what makes bad people tick and what makes good people risk their lives to catch the bad ones. His prose style is top-notch, too--lean, hard-edged, and brutally honest when it needs to be. As stories of redemption go, this one is particularly interesting, mostly because it does not follow the typical story arc: an argument could be made, in fact, that Jones is even more down-and-out at the end of the story than he was at the beginning, but--and this may be Knowles' main point--perhaps being down-and-out, like recognizing beauty, is in the eye of the beholder. A must-read crime novel from a writer who deserves to be on the radar screens of a lot more genre readers.

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Review by Publisher's Weekly Review

As PI Sam Jones, the hero of this brilliantly woven crime novel from Canadian author Knowles (Tin Men), is paying the cashier in a Toronto coffee house, he notices blood on his cuff and goes to the bathroom to try and remove the stain. On the back of the bathroom door he notices a message "written with a calligrapher's skill" in eyeliner that reads: "He is going to kill me, and I think I want him to." Having worked on an abduction case for six years and failed to stop his client's son's murder, Jones determines to locate--and hopefully save--the person who wrote the message. Meanwhile, another client wants Jones's help finding her father, who has disappeared from his assisted living facility. As Jones pursues the writer of the message and the missing father, he realizes it won't be long before the police start looking for him for a crime that slowly and enticingly comes into focus. The blood on his cuff is one tantalizing clue. The realistic, multidimensional characters evolve, as do their relationships with one another. With any luck, Jones will be back for an encore. (June)

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Review by Kirkus Book Review

An Ontario private eye is given a week to find his path to redemption before the gates of hell close on him. For six years, Sam Jones filled every spare hour hunting for Adam Verne, who'd disappeared from his mother's home years before she hired Sam, demanding in return only a monthly update. When their latest meeting is only a week away, Sam's search ends in a basement he flees, leaving behind two corpses, one virtually mummified, the other brand-new. Since he made inquiries of the neighbors before descending into the death chamber, he knows it won't be long before Homicide Detective Scopes throws a lasso over him, but, certain that "knowing is worse than hope," he still can't bear to tell Ruth Verne what he's found until he has no choice. As the hours tick down, a graffito in a coffee-shop washroom--"He's going to kill me, and I think I want him too" [sic]--seems to offer his best shot at offsetting the crushing weight of his guilt. He resolves to find the young woman who left the message and do a better job rescuing her than he did rescuing Adam Verne. Against all odds, he does track down the lost soul with the help of barista Sheena and 80-year-old bank robber Willy Greene only to discover that she's even more lost than he'd thought. The noir world evoked by Knowles' brutally clipped prose is so dark that the smallest victories seem like miracles. Copyright (c) Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.

Copyright (c) Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.

"I'm looking for a girl. She'd be under twenty, around five-feet tall, and wearing a lot of make-up." Diane flashed a look over Jones' shoulder; probably at Sheena who was still out of earshot. She turned up the volume. "You're looking for a girl?" Jones held up his hands. "I'm not looking for a girl, Diane. I think this girl might be in trouble." Diane looked Jones over. "You a cop or something?" "I'm a something." From her tone, Jones could tell that the possibility of a yes had excited her; his answer left her feeling confused. "What does that mean?" "I'm a private investigator." Diane laughed. "Shut up. That's not a real thing." "It is," Jones said. "So tell me, Diane, do you remember a girl under twenty with a lot of eye make-up in here in the last four days?" Diane thought about it for a second and then she laughed. "Hey, how'd you know my name was Diane? You really must be a private investigator." She put her hand on his arm again. "A good one." "The girl," Jones said. Diane leaned closer and laughed. "Oh, right. Duh. I'm such a scatterbrain. It's the wine," she leaned in a little closer. "I get into so much trouble when I have too much." With her hand still on Jones, she said, "Let me think." Her thumb moved back and forth over the fabric of his jacket. When she spoke, her voice was quiet--an invitation to come closer and share a secret. "I think I might remember someone like that. Why don't you buy me a drink and we can talk about it?" "You think you saw her?" Diane smiled. "Maybe." "She would have been left handed." Diane looked. Jones caught her. "Sorry." Jones shook his head. "Nothing to be sorry about. I'm not left handed. Listen, why don't you let me buy you that drink." Diane smiled wide. "If you insist." "I do." The promise of a drink loosened the grip on Jones' arm. He watched Diane walk back to her table with a lot of hip thrown into her gait. "I gotta ask. How the hell do you know she's left handed?" Jones looked over his shoulder and saw that Sheena had made her way back. "The smudges," he said. "Her knuckles made them when her hand moved to the right." "Bullshit." Jones turned and rested his elbows on the counter. "The place she picked to write was another dead giveaway. No righty would have picked that spot. It would have been too hard to write there. That's why most of the other tags are in the middle of the door." "What are you, some kind of handwriting expert." Jones smiled and lifted his arm. "Used to be left handed." Sheena looked at the empty jacket sleeve unimpressed. Jones put it down and instantly liked her more than he had a second before. She rested her back against the prep-counter opposite Jones and crossed her arms. "Are you really a private investigator? Like in the movies?" Jones shook his head. "If this were the movies, I'd have already the case solved." Excerpted from Running from the Dead: A Crime Novel by Mike Knowles All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.