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Onyx reviews: Mystery
by Jonathan Kellerman
The investigation into the crime at the heart of Jonathan Kellerman's latest Alex Delaware novel
probably wouldn't have gained much traction if not for the fact that Alex and
Robin saw the victim a few hours before she was murdered. It was a chance
encounter at a favorite bar that is about to close for good. The beautiful young
woman, who seemed to be putting on airs, also appeared to be waiting for
someone. Alex and Robin saw someone loitering outside the bar, a driver or a
body guard who they assumed was with her. When homicide Lieutenant Milo Sturgis
shows Alex photos of the crime scene, he's able to provide detailed descriptions of
the woman (whose face was obliterated by two different kinds of bullets, as if
she were gunned down by a firing squad) and her presumed companion, who becomes
the prime
suspect.
Alex dismisses this coincidence as the sort of thing that was bound to happen
eventually, but it doesn't ring true. It sets up an expectation in readers that this seemingly random
encounter—the sort of thing that might happen in
real life but stretches the bounds of credibility in fiction—will prove to
part of something bigger. Unfortunately, it doesn't. It's almost a shortcut on
Kellerman's part, a way of getting the investigation underway faster than it
would have otherwise.
The book's title refers to one of the victim's aliases. Unidentified for much
of the book, she could be a princess or a porn star, or anything in between. An
anonymous tip (another deus ex machina contribution to the novel) sends
Alex and Lieutenant Milo Sturgis to a web service that sets up sugar daddies
with young women ("sweeties") looking for someone to take care of
them. The trail leads to love nests, rehab centers, various houses, a car
leasing agency, a clinic that tests for venereal diseases and a wealthy,
dysfunctional family with a few skeletons in the closet, all providing more than
a novel's worth of potential suspects.
Though Milo shows up occasionally, usually in time for a huge meal, and there
are the obligatory cameos by characters from Kellerman's other series, much of
the detecting in Mystery is done by Alex himself, and most of that using
search engines. Milo's impressive success rate for homicides grants him a
certain amount of latitude, but his rank requires him to attend meetings that
pull him away from the investigation. Alex has become his de facto partner,
though his affiliation with the police is nebulous. That doesn't stop him from
stretching the truth, implying a much more formal arrangement. He uses this to
pressure witnesses, suspects and even police department employees into violating
confidences, while strictly maintaining his own.
When his long-time companion Robin volunteers to go on a stakeout with him,
Alex tells her she'll be bored. That doesn't discourage her—and her
presence actually helps him with his cover—but it's clear that she cramps
his style. He's a lone wolf who willingly throws himself into dangerous
situations without any consideration for how that might impact others. He could
probably do with a little time on the couch having his own psyche and motives
analyzed. Though Alex and Robin briefly process what happens between them after
they get home, it feels like a missed opportunity to develop their relationship.
Mystery has a subplot involving a madam with terminal cancer. She
browbeats Alex into talking to her young son to make sure he'll be able to
handle the trauma of her death. She's a colorful character, and is peripherally
involved with the case, but this storyline feels thin and perfunctory. Subplots
deserve their own arcs, and this one is linear and undisturbed by any real
tension or complication.
The resolution of the murder mystery is long and complex, and hinges on
evidence Alex gathers off-stage and a type of weird medical happenstance that
seems drawn from the TV series House. It takes Alex several pages to
explain it all, and he's talking to the perpetrator, who, presumably, already
knows most of these details. Not a good sign.
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